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lazy4honey · 16 days ago

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Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Personalities partly inspired by: Yandere Fae x Obsessed Reader by @davinawritings

Trigger Warning: obsessive and self-depricating thoughts, yandere reader, implications, mentions and descriptions of mutilation and murder, werewolf transformation

Contains: obsessed m!werewolf with breeding, pregnancy and lactation kink x quiet yandere shepherd afab!reader, transformation, mutual consent, reader receiving oral, p in v, big 🍆, lots of 💦, knotting, squirting, belly bulge, multiple positions, 6.3k words, NSFW & MDNI

Thin fog hung over the tall grass, droplets clinging to your woolen cloak as you familiarly made your way through the moorland. The dark water swallowed the dim light of your swaying lantern, and as you made your way over a fallen tree trunk, the previously croaking frogs hurriedly jumped away. Somewhere, an owl screeched, and the soft rustle of unknown creatures making their way through the shadows of the night reached your ears.

As the pale white of dawn awakened the sky, the fog sank into the earth and birds began to sing to welcome the new day. By the time you exited the forest and returned to the village, the first bit of sun finally peaked over the horizon. A cat resting on a tree stared at you with its big green eyes as you walked by, and the sounds of chickens, pigs, horses, dogs and sheep greeted you on your way.

The back door of the old cobblestone house groaned softly when you pushed it open. You put down the lantern and the basket of herbs and flowers you’d gathered, still adorned by dew drops, and finally took off your cloak. With practiced ease, you navigated the dark space to grab your bag and a bowl of minced meat, then went out again to check on your sheep.

When you opened the door to the stable, your two shepherd dogs immediately ran over, tongues lolling and tails wagging. One of them pawed at you and hopped in an attempt to get to the minced meat, while the other affectionately rubbed against your legs like a cat. You put the bowl of meat down and happily rubbed the two dogs’ heads, quickly wolfing down your preprepared breakfast from your bag alongside them before turning to the sheep.

The sheep softly baaed in greeting when they saw you. A few crowded over, especially the little black lambs that had been born this spring. Some older sheep lightly head-butted you with their beautifully curled horns, and you took the opportunity to brush your hand through their recently shorn grey and white coats.

You checked on all of them, especially that pair of gay and bisexual rams. Your actions met some resistance but you still got it all done.

By now, the rising sun was illuminating the village. You grabbed your hat and shepherd’s crook, and opened the gate. Light flooded in and the sheep got all excited, quickly crowding forward as you whistled for the two dogs.

The dogs helped you herd the group of moorland sheep away from the village and into the surrounding heath blooming white, violet, and light purple. You kept an eye out for the lambs, whistled every now and then to let the shepherd dogs course correct the herd, and snacked on blueberries.

Their deep blue color reminded you of his eyes. Twinkling in the sun like the waves atop seemingly bottomless lake or dark like a summer night’s sky by twilight, they were more mesmerizing than any love potion the witch could concoct. Just thinking of him smiling at you with those beautiful eyes of his made your blood run hot.

By noon, you reached some trees. In the shade of multi-stemmed beech trees, old oaks and tall pines growing near a little brook, the sheep and dogs could take refuge from the sun burning from the bright blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds resembling some of your sheep.

You sat down on a big mossy rock and pulled a loaf of bread and a leather bottle filled with water from your bag. Birds chirped, insects hummed, wings flapped, and sheep baaed, the noise creating the relaxing sound landscape you had long grown used to.

When you were little, before you’d become a shepherd, you used to come here a lot with him. He’d help you climb the trees up and down and squeeze onto the rocks with you, basking in the sun, splashing your feet in the brook, and throwing grass seeds into the wind.

You only had to sit here, and all these precious memories painted by his presence would surface.

Sometimes, they made you dislike growing up.

After you finished eating and took a dump in the bushes, you went to the brook to wash your hands and face and refill your leather bottle before whistling. Your dogs perked up their ears and barked, setting the herd of sheep in motion once more.

The unforgiving sun made you pull your hat down as it wandered across the sky, and the light scent of heather hung in the air, dancing in the fresh breeze that brought only a slight relief from the heat. You used your shepherd’s crook as crutch when the ground was harder to tread, carried one of the smaller lambs that easily got tired, and your sharp whistles and your dogs’ barks echoed over the hilly heathland.

When sunset came, the clouds were dyed pale purple and bright pink, orange golden rays of light outlining the scenery. Shadows were drawn long and the eastern sky took on a deep blue hue as the full moon rose.

Taking a glance, you remembered what the witch sometimes mumbled about the foremother and full moon having mystic powers, and rolled your eyes beneath your hat. If that moon was anything like she said, the bog near the village would probably resemble a bustling town.

Using the remaining sunlight, you herded the sheep to an old barn. It had been built next to a few trees and tall rocks, the wood weathered black by the years, and there was still a horse-pulled cart used for transporting hay parked next to it.

Seeing the cart, your eyes immediately lit up. You accelerated your pace and watched with rapt attention how the gate opened from the inside.

“Konrad!"

The handsome blue-eyed man who'd opened the gate immediately spotted you and waved with a smile so bright it rivaled the sun.

Your numb heart pounded at the sight, a comforting warmth surging through your limbs. It took you some effort to tear your gaze away from him and gather your attention to herd the sheep and dogs into the old barn before locking the gate.

Inside, Konrad had already stored the hay he’d delivered, and his massive brown draught horse was munching on some of it while he was wholly focused on you.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked as he habitually took off your hat and helped you wipe the sweat off your forehead and cheeks.

You blushed, “No, not yet."

“Then let’s eat together."

You nodded happily. Eating with Konrad was much, much more enjoyable than eating alone. With him, not only did you feel more alive, the food also tasted better and the water sweeter.

If the witch hadn’t confirmed that there was nothing magical about him, you would’ve suspected him of being a fae.

You gave the dogs some meat, then climbed the ladder to the hayloft and let your legs dangle off the side as you ate. Your simple bread was replaced by Konrad’s delicious fruits and sandwiches, and the cherry on top was him wiping some juice off the corner of your mouth and then licking it from his finger. And as he did, he glanced up at you with those enchanting, deep blue eyes of his.

You looked away as if burned. The image of his soft, wet tongue peaking out from between his lips and licking his rough finger pad while looking at you indelibly lingered in your mind, making your face and ears heat up and your heart pound like it wanted to jump out of your chest and into his hands.

There were many moments like this between the two of you, from the first time you met as little kids until now. Not to mention wiping your face, he’d held your hand more times than you could count and had even seen you naked. Sadly, those were all pure situations. Purely helping you up a rock or down a tree, purely helping you treat your wounds, purely helping you scrub your back... And just when you doubted the purity of his actions, he’d start talking about what good friends you were.

The only silver lining was that Konrad never acted so intimately with anybody else. When others tried to get close to him, he’d put on a fake smile and subtly avoid their attempts at physical contact. Most of the time, these situations ended up looking like he was being chased around by the other person.

As for those who employed more subtle strategies... Naturally, they were cleanly dealt with.

That one boy who wanted to climb with you? He fell and broke his arm. One of the random girls from one village over who hurt her ankle? The other guys in your village were happy to help! And the village beauty who just so happened to be bathing at your regular spot in the lake? Well, it just so happened that this lake had leeches.

Remembering that village beauty, you actually felt some pity. Had she simply given up after the leech incident, she might have been happily married by now instead of being eaten by the pigs.

You quickly shook these thoughts off. Spending time with Konrad was a happy thing and shouldn’t be polluted by these unnecessary memories.

Although it was all for him, he didn’t need to know about it.

However, there was something strange about him today, and it got progressively worse as the day came to an end. When you lit the oil lamp, he put it between you and forced you to keep your distance from each other to avoid the fire. When you leaned over, he turned his head away, and then he didn’t look at you anymore. And when you wanted to sleep next to each other like every other time, he insisted you sleep on opposite ends of the loft.

Lying on your side on your cotton clothes spread over the straw, staring at the silver lines on the wood drawn by the moonlight, you wondered when his attitude had started to change. He was still normal when you arrived, and wiping your sweat and the juice was also normal...

Thoughts swirled in your mind, and then your eyes widened.

Wrong.

Konrad had been strange for a while now. As for what exactly was strange — it was his eyes.

You anxiously rubbed a stalk of straw between your fingers.

Something had changed at some unknown point in time, changing the way he looked at you.

When was it? When that self-proclaimed “best friend” of his who was notoriously reckless and unable to swim drowned in the lake? But he wasn’t even sad then. Or when the wife of that one rich fur merchant wanted to have an affair with him and ended up poisoned to death due to eating some unknown berries? No, he had been happy she wouldn’t bother him anymore. It could’ve also been after his father who wanted to sell him ended up hacked to death with his own axe... But after that, Konrad was particularly affectionate towards you.

As for something more recent... Hm, that one handsome wood cutter accidentally losing the hand he’d used to touch Konrad’s butt hadn’t bothered him in the slightest. The old hag who wanted to force her granddaughter onto him dying in the middle of the night was also normal. Innocuous, even.

Then was it last night? You mentally went through your actions from that time.

After readying your bag for today and wearing that mouse grey wool coat, you left through the backdoor and trailed that girl. She was friends with you and Konrad, and you suspected she had a crush on him, so you'd tested her.

You'd discovered that she was interested in him, but apart from that, she was also secretly engaged to the son of the village chief, flirting with the gloomy apprentice of the witch, and having wild sex with the local bully in the depths of the forest. The engagement was for power and money, the flirting for medicine to stop her period, and the sex for pure carnal pleasure.

It was understandable, after all, who didn’t want to live comfortably, but her interest in Konrad was intolerable, especially once you found out that she badmouthed him with the local bully.

So you asked the foremother to forgive you for what you were about to do.

Following a recipe from the witch, you used mortar and pestle to grind some poppy seeds to powder and mixed it with some other ingredients. This was then added into a palm sized ceramic bottle containing honey and given to the witch’s apprentice with the instruction to give it to that supposed friend of yours. He was also to tell her that it would “add to her fun” or something similar.

The witch’s apprentice had smelled on the bottle and given you a peculiar look. It was obvious that he knew what this stuff was used for, yet he didn’t say anything. He just asked, “Are you sure?"

“Yes."

He nodded, “Good.”

“You’re not going to stop me?” you wondered. “I thought..."

“That I liked her?” He raised his brows and shook his head, “No, she’s just good for publicity."

“Oh."

Afterwards, you waited for her to meet with the local bully. Then you wore your cloak, left through the backdoor, and trailed her into the forest surrounding the bog.

Her lantern was like a guiding light in the night. It swayed carelessly and once she was out of sight of the village she even started humming cheerfully. You followed her to a little clearing where she spread her woolen cloak on the grass, leaving her in only a linen undergarment that had been altered to be less practical and more revealing.

It didn’t take long before the local bully arrived. He sat beside her and kissed her, and got excited when she pulled out the drugged honey. They ate a bit, then tumbled in the grass and started a screaming match.

You squatted in the tall grass some distance away, feeling terribly numb and bored.

Maybe instead of just drugging them, you should’ve also brought some lamps to make them think they saw ghosts...

Once they were done, which was quicker than you thought, they took some more of the honey, especially the girl. They fooled around for a little while longer, then the bully told her to leave first and she did as told, stumbling into the darkness with her dim lantern.

Your breath lightened. The time had come.

After such a long time, there wasn’t much fuel left in the lamp. She didn’t walk steadily, and the lantern went out before being tossed into the bog with a slurred curse.

In the twilight of dawn, you made your way over to her with practiced ease. Then you covered her mouth and grabbed her across her waist, restraining her arms to prevent her from flailing about, and pulled the almost limp girl along. The poppy seed mixture worked well and soon showed its sedative effect. In this manner, you could easily take away her stuff to later throw them away in the opposite direction and press her into the bog.

She died very silently.

Once her whole body had disappeared, you dealt with her items, then went a little further and finally lit your lantern to make your way back to the village.

Back then, you felt that everything went smoothly. But what if Konrad saw you chat with the witch’s apprentice? Or follow that supposed friend into the forest? What if he hadn’t been asleep as usual but stayed awake and seen everything?

You bit the inside of your cheek.

Although Konrad’s behavior seemed mostly unchanged, just the fact that there was something a little strange bothered you. It was so bad you couldn’t sleep, feeling like there was something clawing at your insides and screaming.

Wearing only your unflattering linen undergarment, you got up and walked to the other side of the hayloft.

Squinting a little in the darkness where the moonlight didn’t reach, you could make out Konrad’s curled up figure amidst the hay. His back was pressed against the wall and his arms were tightly wrapped around himself, his brows furrowed and face sweaty.

Whatever doubts and questions you had were immediately thrown out of your head as you hurried to his side. “Konrad?!"

Some sweat dripped into his eyes as he forced them open. “Go away..."

“Konrad?” you reached out to him, wanting to feel his temperature.

“Stay away from me!"

Your hands paused.

Your heart froze.

He shouted at you.

Konrad shouted at you.

Cold spread from your spine and crawled over your back along your arms and legs. The stale air of the summer night seemed to suffocate you. You felt like that one old bear who’d recently died and been torn to bits by a pack of wolves near the village.

Your thoughts were still a scattered mess when you heard Konrad whimper.

With one look, you could tell that there was something very wrong with him. He was sweating profusely and breathing heavily, clenching his teeth so hard you meant to hear them creak.

Ignoring his rejection of your touch, you felt his forehead. It was burning hot.

Panicked and unsure what to do while also blaming yourself for not noticing earlier that something was wrong, you helped him out of his undergarment and poured some cool water from his flask to help him cool down. Neither his groans and whimpers nor his toned figure that would’ve normally drawn all your attention could disturb you now as you focused on helping him as good as you could.

But things didn’t get better. He convulsed and opened his mouth in a silent scream, and the sheep and dogs beneath he hayloft baaed and barked anxiously.

And then you heard it. Dull cracks like bones breaking.

Before your very eyes, Konrad twitched violently. His chest heaved and his body swelled while his limbs twisted and elongated, head distorting as dull grey fur sprouted all over his skin and a pair of furry ears and a tail resembling those of a wolf grew from his body.

The fearsome, wolf-like beast that was Konrad-shaped just seconds ago slowly got up, looming over you and staring at you with narrowed slit pupils framed by glowing gold. His sharp teeth glinted in the darkness, and a growl rumbled in his throat as it slowly got up. Joints creaked, drool dripped, a threatening snarl made the dogs bark frantically...

“...Konrad?"

He approached. You could feel the cold radiating from his wet snout and his smelly breath hit you in your face.

What was a normal person’s reaction to a dangerous situation again? Crying, screaming, running away? But what could a human do when facing a werewolf?

Ah, Konrad was a werewolf?

...but the witch had said he wasn’t magical!

You tilted your head and let him sniff your neck. Your heart pounded as he opened his maw and his sharp teeth came dangerously close to tearing through you. He just needed to bite down and you’d be dead. If it was Konrad who killed you, you could accept that. But once he regained clarity after tonight and discovered that he’d killed you, wouldn’t he be sad?

You calmly thought as you waited.

Yet in the end, he didn’t bite you.

Unconsciously, you released the breath you’d held. You raised your arms and hugged his now hulking figure, allowing him to nuzzle your neck.

While it was uncertain how conscious he currently was, at least he didn’t attack you.

The momentary calm was broken when he suddenly growled, pounced, and knocked you over. You landed in the straw, enveloped by his shadow, eyes only filled with him.

He nuzzled you and opened his maw again, and then gently licked your neck.

You gasped. Your grip on his fur tightened and a shiver ran along your spine, unexpectedly making your crotch tingle.

“My heart...” Konrad’s voice sounded much deeper than usual, barely more than a low rumble that made his words hard to understand when they left his transformed throat, “You smell delicious..."

You combed your fingers through his fur. It was softer than you’d thought.

“I’ve liked you... since the first time I saw you... because you smell good... so good, my heart..."

You smiled. The first time you met, he was obviously lost in the forest yet still acted brave when he saw you. He’d wiped the dirt from your cheek and taken your hand, telling you that you didn’t need to be afraid because you weren’t alone anymore.

You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but in the end, you really were never alone anymore. Because he was always with you.

“You smell so good... I want to eat you... Then you’ll always, always be with me... But if I eat you, you’ll be gone..."

Through his broken mumblings, occasionally interrupted by pained whines as he rubbed against you to seek comfort, you managed to piece things together.

A few months ago, Konrad suddenly realized that his sense of smell and hearing had become more sensitive. He could smell you before he saw you, hear your quiet breaths and your pounding heart when you got closer, as if your very presence had been magnified by his senses.

It was already difficult for him to think straight when he was with you on normal days; now, he was struggling to keep himself from pouncing on you the moment he caught your scent. And the moment you were gone, he would get angry at himself for not being able to enjoy your presence.

With incessant thoughts of you filling his mind, every touch burning itself into his skin and bones and each smile making his breath stop, he couldn’t help it. One night, when his countless memories of you were keeping him awake, he touched himself and wondered what it would be like if it was you.

Then he came almost immediately.

The taboo he’d set for himself — to keep a proper distance from you, both mentally and physically, so as to not burden you with his disgusting obsession — was completely broken.

Though in retrospect, he had never managed to keep a ‘proper’ distance from you in the first place.

He felt like a pervert when he “accidentally” switched one of his undergarments with yours during one of your baths. You would wear his and he would have yours. Just the thought got him hard. And when he lay in bed, he hugged your undergarment, buried his face in the fabric and took a deep breath while rutting into his hand, hating himself while indulging in the pleasure of imagining himself fucking you.

Perverted and disgusting, that was what he was.

So even as the attraction he felt towards you got stronger and stronger, all he felt was panic and fear. He wanted to run away, to keep his distance, yet it was as if he’d been glued to your side with birch bark tar.

His teeth itched and his head hurt and he thought that if he devoured you, regardless of whether you liked him back, you would never ever be able to leave him. But then he would never again smell your scent, feel your warmth, or see your smile.

He was vaguely aware that there was something terribly wrong with him, and he didn’t want to hurt you because of it.

And you just wouldn’t leave, still coming close, still touching him, still hugging him...

You abruptly sensed something wrong.

Konrad panted and drool dripped from his fangs. Claws scraped against wood, his body ran hot, and something wet and hard pressed up against your leg.

You looked down.

Ah.

Well.

He hadn’t lied about getting hard just from your scent.

A bright red cock as thick as your underarm, with a swollen knot at the base and cum leaking from the tip, protruded from its sheath. It throbbed with his pulse and twitched occasionally, seemingly eager for action.

You felt your pussy tingle at the sight.

Some time passed and Konrad whimpered impatiently, bucking his hips and grinding his cock on your leg.

You looked up at him. His golden eyes overflowed with a frenzied mix of emotions. Hunger, lust, affection, possessiveness, fear... Just an absolute mess of everything he felt towards you.

Elated, you smiled and kissed his mouth, murmuring, “Good boy, let me give you a reward..."

Konrad seemed a bit confused, yet he also seemed to understand.

The big werewolf obediently let you press his head down and away from your neck. His pupils dilated when you took off your loose undergarment, giving him full view of your naked glory. He growled, his tail pressed down, and then he buried his head between your thighs.

You gasped when you felt his tongue. Wet and soft, it dragged over your pussy, parting your lips and pressing on your clit, making your abdomen pool with heat and crotch tingle.

Konrad greedily licked and nuzzled your pussy, wanting to bite yet repeatedly restraining himself. As a result, his cold nose and sharp teeth grazing you made it seem like he was teasing you, adding to the stimulation and making you so wet your pussy squelched every time your muscles tensed. The pleasure of Konrad wanting you, being so careful with you even in this frenzied state, felt so good it took your breath away.

When you were covered in his drool and he couldn’t catch the scent of your desire anymore, Konrad whimpered pitifully.

His head felt like it was tightly stuffed with straw, a constant scream in the back of his mind clawing at his nerves, only slightly quieting down when he devoured the delectable fluid you produced. Now that it was gone, the scream intensified. It screamed for him to eat you, telling him that once he did, it would quiet down.

But he didn’t want to eat you, he really didn’t wan to.

There had to be another way.

Unaware of Konrad's plight, you grabbed the hulking werewolf. The powerful beast willingly allowed you to pull him back up towards you and position him so that his constantly leaking cock was positioned against your entrance.

You held his head, gazing into his golden eyes, and hooked your legs around his lean waist.

Your breaths intertwined.

His cock ached to bury himself in your warm depths, to knot your pussy and pump you full with his cum until your belly swelled with his cubs. Then you’d birth his offspring, and he’d suck the milk from your full tits while fucking you and breeding you with the next litter.

Just thinking about it made his balls tighten and cock throb excitedly as if about to burst.

You felt his chest heave and heard his urgent pants, saw his golden eyes overflow with zeal and smelled the scent of his leaking cum in the hot summer night.

All your attention was focused on him.

Yet he just stared at you, breathing heavily and not doing anything.

Slightly unhappy with his continued inaction, almost resembling a clueless puppy, you reached out and yanked on his cock. You just wanted him to finally penetrate you, to have him embrace you and fuck you with primal fervor and sink his claws into you, yet unexpectedly, your puppy werewolf was so sensitive.

The moment you touched Konrad’s sleek red cock, you felt it pulse in your hand. When you pulled, it pulsed again, and he came with a long whine. Warm white cum erupted from him and shot your pussy with a pressure that made you feel like he was pissing on you, yet it felt strangely arousing.

Eyes still locked, you clearly saw the big werewolf squint in pleasure as he emptied himself onto you. His tongue lolled as he panted and he even rutted into your hand, coaxing more cum out of the big dick you could barely wrap your hand around.

After a good while, his thrusts got slower until he came to a halt, and he finally stopped cumming and his knot deflated.

“My heart...” he growled, wrapping you in a hug, trembling with restraint.

You gently combed your fingers through his fur and pressed kisses along his maw, forehead and ears.

“You are my heart, my life, my everything... You haunt my dreams and fill my memories... My heart, without you, I am nothing."

You paused.

He was clearly confused, his jumbled thoughts tumbling out like raindrops from a cloud. “If you hate me fight me... and do it with all you got, so you can only see me... only me, no one else..."

“Why would I hate you?” you wondered.

“Because I am filthy...” he mumbled as he nuzzled your neck, “so filthy I would sully you if you knew..."

Your heart ached at his words. What filthy, what sully; wouldn’t that mean you were even worse than him? Because you wanted him all to yourself, you’d killed anyone who showed too much interest in him, regardless of what he might think of you once he found out.

“Be mine, all mine... not allowed to look at anyone else..."

“I don’t want to look at anyone else."

He looked into your eyes.

“Only you.” You whispered as you leaned in to kiss him, “I only want to look at you..."

The next moment, his tongue invaded your mouth and entangled you in a passionate exchange. He growled when your teeth grazed his tongue, his cock twitching and hardening again, pressing between your legs.

You gasped as he moved his hips, slowly grinding his dick against your pussy, and his tongue left yours to trail down to your neck and gently nibble a little bit. His gradually swelling knot bumped into your clit and his paws roamed your body, stroking your waist and fondling your breasts, claws lightly grazing your skin. He lowered his head further and sucked on your nipples like an unweaned puppy, releasing a low, needy whine and thrusting harder.

Your occasional soft, breathy moans were the holiest thing he’d ever heard, your eyes glazed over with lust as you watched him pleasure himself with your body made him feel as if the foremother was indulging his filthy desires, and your caressing hands combing through his fur felt as if you were praising him, causing ecstatic heat to surge in his body.

Like a zealot praying to his god, he worshipped you in this way that left you soaked with desire and stained with his colors.

“My heart..."

That sigh full of reverence and adoration, that touch and that lust, all of it came together and pushed you over the edge. You gasped at the orgasm that washed over you, feeling like you slowly fell into a fluffy bed embracing all your corners and edges with utmost acceptance. Your pussy fluttered pressed against Konrad’s knotted cock, your eyes rolled and tears obscured your vision while your heart pounded and its rhythm resonated throughout your body.

By the time your spirit returned to your body, Konrad had already kissed down your chest and around your waist, turned you over and reached your back. He licked and nibbled along your spine and groped your ass, raising your hips high for his cock to comfortably sink into your sopping wet pussy.

You hummed at his intrusion. The narrow tip wonderfully parted your lips and made entry easy. His girth stretched your pussy so wide you cried, the bliss of being thoroughly filled by him leaving you wanting for more.

Konrad’s furry chest fitted against your back, his monstrous frame completely enveloping you in his shadow, and he held your hips and slipped his fingers into your mouth as he started thrusting. His pace accelerated with every thrust, soon rutting into you so hard it shook your body and made your breasts sway.

There was a kind of desperate urgency in his actions, as if wishing to meld you into his body, or like fucking you harder would make all of this feel more real.

With his fingers pressing down your tongue, you couldn’t close your mouth or stop yourself from drooling. Your throat burned with each breath, and his knot slamming into your pussy caused you to tremble and sob. The friction of his hot cock, the squelching of your slick, and his low growl beside your ear as he railed you made your pussy flutter and feel him even more clearly.

Then you felt his cock throb, so strong it almost felt like he was writhing within you. His thrusts grew disordered and finally, he erupted with a long howl. Cum shot into you, making you come with him as he pumped you full with his seed.

Both of you slumped into the straw, panting and momentarily satisfied.

Konrad removed his fingers from your mouth and licked up your drool, and just as he was about to retreat you pulled him into a kiss. The twisted position was a bit awkward, making it hard to breathe, but you just wanted to kiss him.

“You’re mine, Konrad, you hear? All mine, not allowed to leave..."

“Heard you, all yours...” he mumbled against your lips.

You indulged in the deep kiss and let him fondle you as he liked. Cupping your breasts and belly, rubbing your arms and thighs, lightly scratching your nipples and clit with his claw, he coaxed you to moan into his mouth and press your hips backwards into him, onto his still hard cock drooling cum into your pussy.

During those fifteen minutes it took for his knot to deflate, he made sure you were comfortable. Kissed senseless and caressed until you were soft like putty in his strong arms, you wished you could stay like this forever.

Finally, his flaccid cock slipped out of you. The milky white liquid ran down his shaft and stained his crotch, clinging to his fur. Your scent blended with his, just as he wanted, just as he... had dreamed of.

You looked at him and scratched his chin with a faint smile. In your eyes, this big werewolf completely obsessed with you was as adorable as an overly affectionate puppy. Especially adorable were the purr-like sounds he produced from the chin scratches...

He panted and his tail wagged as he stared at you.

“My heart..."

“Hmm?"

“Breathe into me life and love and promise to never let go..."

The following kiss was endlessly gentle. Your heart beat with that gentle feeling as you exchanged breaths, and your hands dug into his fur in a tight embrace.

Kissing and hugging and rolling in the straw, both of your arousal was quickly rekindled and turned into fire surging in your veins.

A desperate, anxious love full of urgency and greed unfolded between the two of you like a vibrant flower blooming in the darkest hour of the night. Regardless of whether others thought it was abnormal or filthy or scary, for the two of you, it allowed you to truly be yourselves, without a need to hold back.

So you pressed Konrad down into the straw and straddled his waist, ass hovering over his erect, sleek red cock. The tip of his impressive length tickled your pussy, making you breathe heavily in anticipation, your chest heaving as you slowly lowered your hips onto him. His cock was swallowed by you and his almost painfully swollen knot parted your lips, feeling like a fish against your entrance.

Face hot and sweaty and hair sticking to your skin, you smirked down at Konrad in unspoken provocation.

Konrad’s cock throbbed excitedly. He clutched at your hips, claws digging into your flesh, he thrust into you. Bodies collided and floor boards creaked, the scent of your lust thick in the air, and you could barely keep yourself upright as he bounced you on his cock.

The world swayed and shattered into myriads of colors when he suddenly, ruthlessly forced his knot inside you. His tip bumped into your cervix, his cum shot into your womb, and the pressure on your g-spot made you feel overwhelmingly full. You went from feeling like you needed to pee to relaxing and squirting all over him from the sudden eruption of ecstasy within a second, the clear, slightly sweet fluid bursting from your pussy drenching your werewolf’s entire crotch and upper body.

Covered in your scent, tightly knotted within you, still vigorously rutting into your depths, he whined in pleasure as he pumped you full with his cum. Load after load filled you till your belly bulged, the cum unable to flow out due to his knot.

And you felt all of it with unprecedented clarity.

Your pussy fluttered around his length and knot and forced another orgasm out of you, leaving you pitifully twitching on top of him with your hanging open mouth drooling and eyes rolled back.

Konrad sat up slightly to pull you into his embrace. He let you lean against his wet chest, comfortingly stroking your back and licking away your drool and tears before entangling you in a sloppy kiss. His aching balls were still filling you with more cum, knot refusing to go down now that it was firmly held in your tight pussy. The feeling made him rock his hips a few times, the gentle thrusts eliciting small moans from you.

You kissed for a while, and then you snuggled up against him, letting out a yawn. He affectionately nuzzled you in return, and gently, with utmost devotion, pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Smiling and savoring the afterglow of your union, feeling safe and happy, you fell asleep in his arms.

Tranquil blue slowly resurfaced in his eyes as he looked at you.

My heart, I will never tire of watching you, listening to you, or just sitting with you, doing absolutely nothing.

Because you are my heart, my life, my everything.

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gloomwitchwrites · 8 months ago

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Whiskey, Neat - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: snowstorm, bartender!Simon, tattooed!Simon, anonymous sex, sex with a condom, getting over a breakup, oral sex, vaginal fingering, praise, alcohol

Word Count: 1.9k

Caught in a snowstorm, you stop in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Drowning your time at the bar across the street from your motel, you find a little heat during the cold weather.

ao3 // main masterlist // kinkmas 2024 masterlist

“Another?”

You glance away from the television screen above the bar and meet brown eyes that are the same color as the drop of whiskey lingering in the bottom of your glass.

The bartender you lock gazes with places the open whiskey bottle on top of the bar. “This one is on the house.”

Arching an eyebrow, you observe the empty bar around you before answering. “I’m your only customer.”

The bartender shrugs. “It’s Christmas Eve. Feeling generous.”

More like there isn’t anyone else to make conversation with. Inside, it’s warm—almost toasty. The two television screens above the bar play old movies—the sound off but closed captions on. Around the ceiling dangle multi-colored lights that probably belong on a tree and not hanging in a bar.

You gently move your empty glass in the bartender’s direction. Lifting the bottle, he tops you off.

His name is unknown to you—his real name that is. Ghost is what he offered when you first sat down on a stool to drown your sorrows. Not only do you not know his real name, but half of his face is covered in a black half-balaclava. All you can see are his brown eyes and blondish-brown hair. There are tattoos—that much you know. The backs of his hands and fingers are covered in them, disappearing beneath the forest green knit sweater he wears.

It’s bizarre, but you haven’t said anything. Why should you? This is his establishment. You’re just a customer.

“Want me to leave the bottle?” asks Ghost.

Yes, is what you want to say.

The last few days have been fucking miserable. First, you found out that your boyfriend of three years was cheating on you. After dumping his ass and sending him packing, you had to promptly jump in your car and head out for the holidays, knowing you’d have to explain to your family why you came without him.

Then you hit a snow storm.

It was so light at first—just a dusting. But it quickly turned south, and now you’re stuck in this tiny fucking town in the middle of fucking nowhere with hardly any cell service.

“Better not,” you reply. “I need to be able to walk to the motel.”

Ghost cocks an eyebrow, his gaze momentarily turning toward the large window near the door. You follow his line of sight and almost flinch. The wind howls, occasionally rattling the window. Snow comes down in thick sheets. You can see the light from the streetlight across the street but not much else.

“Right,” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“And what about you?” you retort. “How are you getting home in this?”

Ghost crosses his arms over his chest. It’s not a threatening stance. He’s completely amused by you. A sudden rush of heat warms the back of your neck and sinks straight to your toes before curling upward to seize your core.

Get a fucking grip.

“I’ll sleep here.”

“You’ll—here? At the bar?”

“There’s a pretty comfortable sofa in my office,” he says casually. “Has a pull-out bed. Helps on these…late nights.”

Jesus Christ.

Your pussy is wet, nearly throbbing. It’s fucking insane. Ridiculous. You broke up with your ex not even two days ago. What the fuck is going on with you?

“But there must be someone at home who might worry?”

Ghost snorts. “Maybe my cat.” He rolls up his sleeves to mid-forearm, revealing more tattoos. The man is fucking covered. “What about you?”

Single. The man is single and asking if there’s anyone who might be missing you.

You down the rest of your whiskey. “Only family. They know I’m delayed.” He nods, and you continue before you lose your nerve. “I just broke it off with my boyfriend of three years.”

Ghost straightens a bit, his gaze intense. “Can I ask why?”

“He cheated. A lot.” All the emotions from that moment begin to stir. The whiskey might have chased away some of the ache, but not all.

“Sounds like a bloody fucking fool,” replies Ghost. “Letting something like you go.”

You laugh. “You hardly know me.”

“And you hardly know me,” he purrs.

Oh. Oh, fuck.

Feeling bold, you venture forward. “It’s storming pretty hard out there.”

“It is,” agrees Ghost. “The sofa has room for two.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” you tease.

Ghost takes your empty glass and places it in the sink behind the bar. “Don’t think anyone else is coming in.”

“Doesn’t look like it.”

Ghost comes around the side of the bar, a set of keys in his hand. He leisurely heads for the door, locking up. Pocketing the keys, he saunters back to you, confidence in every step.

Placing his tattooed hand on the bar top, Ghost leans in. “You can go if you want.”

“And if I want to stay?”

His other hand finds the side of your throat, he draws you in until your faces are nearly touching. “Then let’s help you get over that ex of yours, yeah?”

Oh my God.

You don’t remember getting off the stool or the walk back to his office. All you remember are Ghost’s hands and the way he leads you. He’s not pushy—simply confident and eager.

The two of you collapse onto the sofa as Ghosts hands immediately go for your thighs and hips. With the door shut, it’s dark in the office, the both of you mere shadows. The small window in the ceiling provides little light—most of it is covered in snow.

Even in the dark, your gazes are locked. You sense his heat—sense his desire. His touches are languid and unhurried. Savoring. But touching isn’t enough. You need to kiss him, to feel his lips against yours.

It’s a small test, and Ghost surrenders, allowing you to remove the balaclava. Even then, you cannot discern the details of him. Not really. You gently trace his bottom lip, and his mouth opens, the tip of his tongue swiping against your skin.

You lean in until your noses brush, mouths moments from touching, but you do not close the distance. His scent invades you, filling your lungs as the whiskey burns in your veins. It is Ghost’s growl that draws you forward—that brings your mouths together.

There is not one kiss but many. Each one is a claiming—an eraser of your ex from your mind and body. Your fingers tug at Ghost’s clothes, wanting him to be free of them—to feel his skin against yours.

His answer is to respond in kind, and between the kisses, clothes disappear until there is nothing between your bodies.

Ghost’s palms squeeze your ass and your pussy clenches. You inhale sharply, and Ghost uses this moment to break away from your stinging lips to fall upon your neck, sucking and biting as his hands roam upward to play with your breasts.

Ghost hums softly against your throat. He works a nipple to a stiff peak. Once done, Ghost dips his head and swipes his tongue over it. Your back arches, hips rocking against him in desperation, his hard cock poking your thigh.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, hand descending to move between your legs, finding your clit.

He rubs at it gently and your breath hitches. Ghost explores, fingers moving further between to part you, finding you slick and wanton.

The next inhalation is his as he slowly eases one thick finger into your pussy. Your body immediately clenches around him. Ghost starts to pump his finger in and out of your pussy. His palm presses against your clit, rubbing up against it every time his hand flexes with the thrust of his finger.

The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of you is fucking perfect but it’s not enough to get you where you need to go. You want this man to dick you so good you won’t want to run back to your ex afterward.

“I’m going to taste you here now,” groans Ghost against your mouth. He emphasizes his meaning with an insertion of a second finger.

You have a moment to catch your breath before Ghost pushes you onto your back and drapes your legs over his shoulders.

Starting at your clit, Ghost swirls his tongue around it before tracing a path downward, leaving nothing untouched. With thighs spread, you’re completely open to him. An orgasm is rapidly building.

While your hips jerk against his hold, Ghost keeps you in place. He is setting the pace here—and you are at his mercy. Ghost’s tongue rotates in quick circles inside your pussy before retreating to trace the folds of your labia, and then sliding up to flick against your clit.

With his tongue on your clit, his finger presses against the entrance of your pussy before slipping in. Your body gives in easily, sucking his finger in until you take him to the knuckle. Ghost sucks your clit into his mouth as he begins to pump his finger.

You cry out, the orgasm ascending quickly. Moans of pleasure fill the room, and then you’re whimpering as Ghost continues to fuck you with his fingers and lick at your clit. The orgasm rolls into another, and it isn’t until you’re shuddering with overstimulation that Ghost retreats.

There is a moment of rest before his hand is around your throat, bringing your lips to his so that he can claim your mouth. You taste yourself as much as you taste him.

“I’m going to fuck any thoughts of your ex right out of that pretty head,” he murmurs.

Ghost eases you back onto the sofa. The hand at your throat lingers a moment before slowly sliding down between your breasts and over your stomach.

You hear the distinct sound of a condom wrapper. Ghost grunts and then his shadow moves, settling over you. With legs still spread wide, Ghost rests his cock against your sex. Your pussy pulses in anticipation.

He settles between your thighs, the head of his cock lining up and then slowly sinking in. You moan loudly as you’re stretched deliciously.

“You can take it,” he coos. “That’s it, love. Doing so well.”

More of him slides inside, your pussy fluttering—flexing—attempting to accommodate him. Ghost thrusts shallowly, retreating a bit before trying again. This time, your pussy accepts him greedily, the both of your groaning as he sinks to the hilt.

He takes control instantly. Each thrust is fluid and sharp, a pounding thing that drives you into the sofa. Your arms lace around the back of his neck, and Ghost’s face buries itself against the side of your throat.

“Feel so good,” groans Ghost. “Fucking perfect.”

One arm is braced up, hand firm on the edge of the sofa, fingers digging in for leverage. His other arm rests at your side, almost like a hug. You’re trapped beneath him, but it’s utterly delicious.

The room fills with the sounds of your slick pussy taking him. Each grunt and gasp of Ghost’s is hot against your skin. You cling to him, murmuring nonsense as he fucks you senseless.

You forget about the snow, about your shitty ex, and about the fact that you likely won’t make it to your family’s on time. This is a small town after all. They likely won’t clean the roads for days.

It means you can stay right here.

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c0smonox · 1 year ago

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My ghoul lineup!! i’ve been meaning to do this for like two years but it’s done!!!

headcannons for the ghouls under the cut!

Ok so based on element

Quintessence- They have tiger like markings that darken with age and glow when they use their powers. They’re usually some sort of purple hue and have a medium amount of body fur and a medium sized tail. Their tail is stronger enough to grasp and hold objects but not strong enough to support their bodies. They have shorter and rounder ears.

Fire- fire ghouls are usually red hued, they usually have black marks that resemble volcanic rock scattered across their bodies. Dewdrop in particular has red lines resembling magma across his body resulting from his transformation. They have whip thin tails, which can really only loosely grasp objects, and long pointed ears. Fire ghouls have little to no fur bc of how hot they are, if they have any fur they look like those sphinx cats.

Water- water ghouls are usually some sort of blue hue, with bioluminescence patterns scattered across their bodies which glow in the dark. They have thick tails with fins and fins on their arms and webbed fingers to help them swim. They have seal like flippered feet which aid in swimming as well. They also have gills on their neck and chest and “webbed” ears. Their fur is short and feels like a seals.

Earth- earth ghouls are usually green or brown hued. Stronger earth ghouls can grow flowers from their hair and horns. Many times their horns, ears, and body patterns resemble those of forest creatures. Instead of paws, they have cloven hooves. They have the strongest tails, which can support their whole body weight (imagine like a possum). Their fur thickness changes with the season, being thinnest in the summer and thickest in the winter.

Air- air ghouls are usually a dusky blue/grey color. They have bright white freckles all across their bodies and their hair usually represents something cloudlike. They have the thickest fur out of any ghouls. They have short fluffy ears and thin tails like fire ghouls. They typically also have white hair. They can use the breeze to float and/or have wings that can fold into their backs and like to hang out in the rafters of the abbey or trees in the forest. They’re lighter than other ghouls bc of this feature

Multi- multi ghouls are kind of a wild card. They typically have a mixture of their elements typical traits, like quint markings or air freckles. Aurora, being an air and quint ghoulette, has both of these. Swiss, being a true multi ghoul, has most of these traits, but less noticeable than other ghouls of those elements.

idk if this was obvious but Auroras hair is meant to resemble the Aurora Borealis, she really just went crazy with hair dye lmao

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thecattitudecentral · 1 month ago

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The Ultimate Guide to the Best Cat Tree with Litter Box: A Detailed Review of the Heybly Cat Tree with Litter Box Enclosure

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lostinlovingrevery · 5 months ago

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Girls Just Want To Have Fun

Weapon X/Logan Howlett X F! Reader

You're just a girl in your own world

A/N: This is the most vile and weirdest thing I've ever written.

Warnngs: TW: NONCON/CNC elements! SMUT, MDNI, reader is 21+, also reader is a bit unhinged and bratty and a bit delusional lol, unprotected PiV, multi creampies, Oral (M and F! recieving) rough sex, choking, stalkerish vibes, biting, mention of blood, feral logan, weapon x logan, mentions of mutant politics, Van attempting to write an 80's vibe, includes Cyndi Laupers song Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (teehee), a tad bit dark humor

“I KNOW! She is such a bitch!”

Posters filled with scantily clad pop idols and glammed-up rock bands covered the walls, with hints of vintage floral wallpaper spotting through. You sat in a messy bedroom, with a floor covered in clothes, cropped tops and ripped jeans, a bra hanging off a half-open dresser drawer. A pair of pink and blue rollerblades hang off the back of the cream-colored bedroom door. Stacks of movies sat on a tv, movies such as Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, and Halloween.

“And she has the nerve to ask me if I was serious about college? Like, homegirl, I’ll switch my major again if you don’t stop judging me, so I don’t have to deal with your constipated wrinkly ass.”

You admired your nails, as you finished putting on a fresh glossy coat of neon pink over them.. You were lying in bed, on your belly and lazily kicking your legs behind you, a corded yellow phone up to your ear, supported by your shoulder. You heard your best friend yap about her own college counselor, who was some old perverted man who carried some very old-fashioned ideals about women in education.

Bright pink bubblegum bubbles pop against your lips, as you continue chewing, smacking your lips loudly before blowing another bubble, and popping it again loudly. Raucous laughter escapes you as you hear your friend tell a hilarious joke.

Outside in the dark. A tall looming figure stood behind a tree. A cold wind blows as leaves scattered across the ground.

You sat up on your bed, sitting cross-legged, as you reached to your nightstand for your can of cherry Coke and sipped loudly, smearing your red lipstick over the aluminum. You giggled again at another joke.

“You’re so bad Mary-Ann!” You laugh, you look over at the tall mirror leaning on the wall, leaning forward and fixing your lipstick with your middle finger, and popping your lips together. Admiring the blue and purple eyeshadow, and cat-claw eyeliner you tried on. You also recently got a perm, and love the way your curls popped out your features.

You and Mary-Ann went shopping today. You bought TONS of new clothes, some new makeup. Even decided to try out some Wet n Wild waterproof eyeliner. So far, it’s held up great - especially because Mary-Ann hasn’t stopped with her so-funny jokes. You were laughing so hard you were tearing up.

“Shut up! Oh my god.” You threw your head back, standing up from your bed. The phone cord follows you across the room, stretching over your mattress as you set your nail polish back in the messy jewelry box on your desk. “Oh, by the way, did you see Van Halen on MTV? It was SO cool!”

The looming figure stands watching. His eyes searching the front of the house- minuscule details he’s observing. He picks up movement in one window- lit up bright on the top floor. He sees a woman with hair that curls down her shoulders walk by, her figure made a shadow by the warm lighting inside. He tracks her movements.

“Van Halen, Yeah!" I want to get their album.” You say as you mess with your jewelry box, a poor attempt to organize it. You scoff at the tangled mess of your necklaces and push the lid of the box down, turning back to examine the rest of your room lazily as you listen to Mary-Ann ramble about Madonna. You liked her, but not as much as Cyndi Lauper. Now that was a real idol for you. She understood you.

You pushed your curtain aside, looking out into the dark expanse of your yard. For a moment, you thought you saw something shift by the old Oak tree. A small chill ran up your spine as you felt like there were eyes on you… Then Mary-Ann mentions something that made you remember Bobby Wilkins and your earlier conversation with him on the phone.

“Oh! Before I forget, guess who asked me out again?...” You turned away, forgetting the momentary creeps you felt, as you dropped your curtain. Not noticing the figure appearing beside the tree again.

You bite your tongue, as you wait for Mary-Ann to guess, and when she says the name, you scream and jump. “Yes!” You giggle. “Out of ALL the men I’ve been with, he actually seems to know what he’s doing too. He lasted a whole song, can you believe that? I think he may make things official too, finally.”

Mary-Ann giggled over the line, and before you could continue, you heard beeping. You glanced at the radio clock with white blocky numbers that sat on your bedside table and rolled your eyes. “Mary-Ann? I gotta go, the parents are calling.” You scoffed. Mary-Ann bids you goodbye and good luck, you make a kissing noise to the receiver, before ending her call and answering the next.

A small shuffle through the leaves. A cricket chirps nearby, suddenly falling silent as bare feet walk through the dewy grass, wet from an earlier rain storm. A wooden gate with a metal padlock sat in the quiet darkness. A sharp snikt!

The padlock falls into the grass, impossibly cut in half.

“Hello?” You tilted your hips with a hand placed on them, annoyance on your face.

“Hello darling, me and your father are just doing our check-in. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, Mom.” Your tone, a tad condescending, rolls your eyes as you walk around your messy room. Kicking clothes to the side, fiddling with the ear of an old stuffed bunny that you’ve had since childhood, made by your dear departed grandmother when you were born.

“Did you finish your coursework?”

“I didn’t have any.”

“Now I find that a little hard to believe dear.”

“Are you really calling me a liar?” You scoffed.

“No, I-”

You heard the sound of your father talking, his stern voice demanding your mother hand him the phone. You heard his angry breath as she obliged.

“Hi, Daddy.” You purse your lips as you prepare for yet another mind-numbing lecture.

“Darling, you need to start taking your education seriously! I’m paying for your college. That is something most children don’t get the luxury of! You are 22 years old, it is time to start building your life! Time to take on some responsibility!”

You walked back to the mirror hanging on the wall, rolling your eyes as you listened to your father lecture you about responsibility and your future, and blah, blah, blah.

Bor-ing!

“Do you not care about the work me and your mother put in raising you!”

“Daddy, take a chill pill,” You scoffed, nearly a whine. “I love you and mom, but sometimes girls just want to have fun? Y’know?” You smiled, twirling your hair.

You heard an exasperated sigh. A twinge of guilt tugged at your heart. It’s not that you don’t want to have an education or responsibilities. You just spent your whole life being prim and proper for your father, the politician! You just simply wanted to party a little, and have some wild memories to look back on before you become stuffy and serious like your old man…

The back door slides open slowly. The family dog, a German Shepard lifts his head from his bed, curiously watching the intruder as he silently crosses the room, pitched in black. The tall, muscular man, dressed in shadows, stared down at Shepard as if observing the pooch as well.

The intruder tilted his head, as he listened to the voice coming from the stairwell, a faint glow of light bleeding down the stairwell. He turns and walks towards it. The dog goes back to his resting state, seemingly unaffected by the animal that has come into his house.

“Well, me and your mother will be home Thursday. You’ll be fine till then, correct?”

“Duh.” You scoffed. You smacked your lips, “Did the conference go okay?”

“No, unfortunately. Seems I’m the only one to support those poor people.”

“I’m sure there’s someone out there who supports me daddy, maybe you need to look for them. Not everyone is as outspoken as you.” You say, in some attempt to support your father. “If not, at least you’ll be the first.”

“Thanks dear…. Don’t have too much fun, understand?”

“Yeah yeah. Bye dad. Tell mom bye.” You ended the call.

What a bummer!

You walked across the room, shedding articles of your clothes off. Your white crop-top, and your light blue bellbottoms, discarding them on the floor among your mess of clothes. Leaving in a matching pink panty set and socks. You grabbed your walkman and pulled the headphones over the curls of your hair.

You mess with the player, rewinding to get back to the first song. You and Mary-Ann made a bunch of cassette tapes of your favorite songs. Took forever, but so worth it.

Pressing play, you listened to the cheerful synthetic beat synth and a grin appeared across your face.

I come home in the morning light

my mother says when you gonna live your life right

oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones

and girls they want to have fun

oh girls just want to have fun

You clipped the walkman onto your french-cut panties, and began to rock your hips back and forth to the beat of the song.

The phone rings in the middle of the night

my father yells what you gonna do with your life

A flip of hair back and forth, curls bouncing and falling over your shoulders

oh daddy dear you know you're still number one

but girls they want to have fun

oh girls just want to have

Some fun

Wanna have

You brought your arms up, as you closed your eyes and began mouthing to the words, swinging your hips in a flamboyant manner that matches the song.

Girls, they want, wanna have fun

Girls, wanna have

You rolled your head, eyes still closed,

That's all they really want

some fun

when the working day is done

you know girls, they want to have fun

You danced around the room, kicking clothes in the air, not a care in the world. The upbeat synth filled your core, excitement buzzing through you-

Some boys take a beautiful girl

and hide her away from the rest of the world

I want to be the one to walk in the sun…

Oh, girls, they wanna have fun

Oh, girls just wanna have

A spin, your curls flying

That's all they really want

some fun

when the working day is done

you know girls, they want to have fun

Oh, girls just wanna have fun

You mimicked dance moves you’ve watched on MTV, a few steps forward, a shimmy of your shoulders. God, you must look so hot right now!

You opened your eyes, looking in the mirror in front of you, admiring the way your body looked,

When your heart dropped.

You almost didn’t notice it at first.

Him

A shadow, standing in the darkness of your hallway, right outside the doorway. A tall, dark, looming figure whose whites of his eyes you could barely make out- staring right at you.

You slowly turned around, your lips parted, your heart frozen, and your blood cold.

Girls, they want, wanna have fun

Girls wanna have

The song continues playing, blaring in your ears- making you think your heart did physically stop because you couldn’t even hear your heartbeat. You stare at the figure, eyes wide, he was nearly as tall as your doorway!

He took a step forward into the light of your room, barely lit by your lamp. You audibly gasped.

A beastly, muscular man. He wore some type of metal helmet on his head, cage-like in appearance- very gnarly. Brown, scraggly grown-out hair down to his shoulders, a thick, ungroomed beard. His eyes narrow and focus on you. Nostrils flaring with each breath, a mean scowl that should scare you. Except it didn’t.

Your eyes trailed over the muscular body, you have never seen a man look so…Tasty before. Hair, strong, tense arms, you could make out each vein, flexed against his skin. His toned stomach tensed and flexing with each breath. A hairy trail that led down to…

You gasped, your lips parted in an O shape.

Wow! He’s…..

Huge!

Now, you haven’t seen a lot of penises in your 22 years of living, having only lost your virginity on your 18th birthday (a major disappointment) and only gathered a body count of just 4 guys (each a step up from the last!), and you did see some dicks in a dirty mag that you and Mary-Ann giggle over in the bookstore. None of them looked like his though.

You bit your lip and looked up at the strange, feral man.

“So uh..What’s your name?” You ask, tipping your chin up, attempting to straighten your shoulders. “Got a reason to be in my house?”

A snarl on his face, as he stepped forward.

It happened so fast.

You didn’t even know what hit you, literally.

One moment, you’re dancing to your favorite song in your underwear - the next, a strange naked man with an absolutely bodacious body tackles you!

There was an initial struggle. Your mirror got knocked over, and your lamp fell to the floor, distorting the light of your bedroom. Blankets pulled off your mattress, your jewelry box fell to the floor in a loud clatter as tangled necklaces and bracelets scattered. Your prized walkman was safely discarded in the pile of laundry.

Legs pushed up in the air, and you let out a loud gasp.

The man's face pressed to your cloth pussy- as he takes a deep inhale, his nose digging into the space where your clit was located. He let out a strangled groan, before taking another inhale, and you felt yourself grow wet from the sound.

Bobby Wilkins never smelled you like that!

The man sat up, his hands grabbing the cloth that covered your mound, and ripped it off you with ease- making you yelp. I spent money on that!

His teeth gritted, his nostrils flaring, he looked up at you, before reaching out and ripping your bra off too - for good measure, apparently. Your tits jiggled from the harsh movement, his eyes watching them, as you attempted to push yourself up.

His hand pushed you harshly back to the ground, as he returned to his previous task. A small grunt escaped him as he pressed his nose to your pussy again, another deep breath and a deep moan that sounded human came out of him. Wasting no time, he buried his face into your pussy, his tongue lapping you up.

“Oh!” You squeaked, your hands grabbing onto the cage-like helmet on his head, gripping it to anchor yourself. You felt his tongue dip into your hole, and gasped, eyes squeezing shut from the stimulating pleasure that was brought on to you. “Oh my God-” you whined, “You’re SO much better than Bobby Wilkins!”

You arched your back, spreading your legs wider as you thrust your hips against him. An angry grunt escaped him from your squirming, as he grabbed the back of your knees, pushing them down to your sides, rendering you barely able to move as he planted his face back into your pussy, his tongue lapping into you hungrily, his long beard scratching your inner thighs.

You moaned the position you were forced into helplessly. The pleasure of the wild man's tongue made you not even consider how terrible of a situation this is. For you, you were just getting the best head of your life.

A fiery feeling built in your lower stomach. Your toes curled, rhythmic pleasure erupting through you, as you felt yourself tightening over his tongue. A loud cry escaped you as you threw your head back, your legs shaking and trembling from the overwhelming sensation.

Is that what an orgasm feels like?!

Despite your past relationships, and assuming you did have an orgasm before, your world was now turned upside down. Or actually- right side up.

That was the most orgasm you ever had.

Your legs went limp, falling to the ground as the man sat up. He grabbed you by the neck, pulling you up from the ground, teeth bared, his face and beard soaked with your wetness, he threw you onto the bed on your stomach. You pant to catch your breath, the high of cumming so hard you saw stars slowly coming down.

You didn’t have time though, as you felt the man's legs bumping into yours, and before you knew it, his cock pressed into your hole.

“Oh!” You gasped as you felt him push the tip in roughly before his entire member stretched you open. “Oh, my-” You let out a purr, body slumping into the mattress. You bit your lip, hiding the smile that grew across your face. Wait till Mary-Ann hears about this!

He thrusts inside you in one quick movement, setting your senses on fire as you lurched forward on the bed from the force. His hips flushed against your ass. Your legs shook from the nearly painful intrusion - but you loved it.

You always loved the tall, dark, mysterious men. Fantasies of dark strange men coming into your room just as he had. Mary-Ann thinks it's from the fucked up horror movies you've watched. You think it's because you're a romantic.

His hand came up and grabbed your curls in a fist, pulling your head back harshly as he pulled out to the tip, and slammed back into you. Your hands gripped the sheets, mouth hanging open as he began a brutal and rough pace, slamming his cock into your pussy over and over.

How radical!

His hand came down, pushing into your lower back and holding you in place. His lips curled into a snarl, his hand yanking your hair back harder- making you yelp, turning into a moan.

For the first time in your life - You’re rendered speechless.

His pace never faltered, you felt that familiar tightening in your lower belly, as your hand reached around to grab his wrist, nails digging into his skin.

He let out a loud shout, as he slammed into you, deep inside, and you felt a warmness filling you up. He didn’t let go of his hold on your hair, panting as ropes and ropes of his cum filled you to the brim, slowly leaking out what could not fit.

He pulled out, letting go of your body and stepping back from you, his cock hanging limply between his legs as he opened and closed his fists, staring down at your shivering form. A twitch of his dick, and slowly he became hard again.

You caught your breath, your body shivering from the intensity of his cock slamming into you. A small disappointment rushed through you - you didn’t reach the second orgasm before he finished, but you felt on cloud 9 anyway. What this was, felt so much better than even smoking grass.

“That was so-”

A yelp escaped you as he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back, pushing you further up on your messy bed, he clambered over you. You watched his hard erect cock bouncing in shock.

I didn’t know they could do that!

The boys you’ve been with, last only 2-3 minutes top, and can’t do anything else after. This wasn’t a boy though, this…this was a man.

He’s a little weird. You’ll take him over Bobby Wilkins though, any day!

Your legs were pushed back to your shoulders, his hands a tight grip around your ankles as pinned you down. His cock ran through your messy folds, his cum leaking out of you. He angled himself, slamming back inside you, a sickly wet noise heard through the room, making you embarrassed at the sounds coming from you.

As if he doesn’t notice anything other than how good your tight pussy feels.

He resumed a brutal pace into you- except this position felt so much better. His cock hitting that spot inside you that you thought was a myth!

He was grunting, staring down where he was rutting into you, his hips flushed against yours as he buried every inch of himself inside you. A small whine escaped his lips as he tipped his head back, panting over how good you felt.

When he smelled you, the moment he walked into the house- everything else was forgotten. His orders to kill a man deemed a threat, who is supposed to be in this house. All he could smell though, was you. It drove him feral, the need to claim you, breed you.

Then he saw you, dancing, carefree, happy.

It triggered something in him. A realization that he wasn’t free.

His mind was fuzzy a lot of the time. His brain was filled with orders on what to do, how to do it. Torture and pain were all he knew. Occasionally, he can break free from the brainwashing, from being a mindless animal - able to fight back just for a bit until they torture him again until he can do nothing but comply.

What he was doing to you, was a mix of both instinct and desire. A desire for control, of doing what he wanted.

When you didn’t recoil from his presence when he didn’t smell the fear from you. He took it as permission.

His hands came around your throat, fucking you faster in an inhuman pace. Your legs perched on his shoulders. A loud, repeated smacking sound filled the room.

You looked up at the feral man, and for a moment you saw a flash of humanity in his eyes. Pretty eyes, never seen a boy with such pretty eyes, you couldn’t help but think to yourself. His hands wrapped around your throat, choking you only slightly- but not enough that he told you he was aware.

Your eyes trailed down to the dog tags dangling around his neck. You could barely read them, only seeing a flash of the name; Wolverine

What kind of name is that?

Your thoughts go blank, as he angle himself and fucked up into you, and that building feeling in your lower belly snapped once more- waves and waves of the ecstasy earlier- only much stronger this time flooded through you, as your body tensed, your back arching and your mouth opened in an O shape as you cried out.

Tears flooded your eyes, streaming down your cheeks as you were pushed into overstimulation. Electric shot up your spine with each thrust, your hips thrusting up into his with each of his sharp thrusts, slowly melting back into something honey-like as his cock pounded into you.

His hands removed from your neck, moving down to your hips, gripping them so tight- his nails digging into your skin painfully, but only spurred you on.

Your hands fisted the sheets, as you tilted your head to the side, and he saw his chance. Leaning down, he bit into the crook of your neck, his canines piercing your skin and drawing blood. The taste of iron on his tongue, as he began to moan, eyes rolling back as he clamped down on you, rutting into you and filling you up with his cum for a second time.

The cold metal of the helmet around his head pressed into your flushed cheeks as he buried his face into your neck - and you wondered why he was wearing something so strange - and so grody!

You heard the sound of cloth ripping - but your ears were ringing too loud for you to confirm what it was.

His cock twitched inside you, releasing the last bits of his cum. He laid over the top of you for longer this time, and you caught your breath- wondering what was next. Your body was humming in pleasure, and carefully you brought your hands up to his arms. Sweat clung to his skin, his muscles hard and tense, flinching at the touch of your hands.

He lifted his head up, looking at the mark he’d left on your neck. His eyes turned to you, staring down at you in a possessive way. He leaned down to your ear, a deep grumble escaping him as he spoke for the first time.

“You’re mine.”

It sent chills down your body, and your pussy tightened around him at the words.

Wow!

He sure does know how to sweet talk!

“How much money do you make?” You ask, voice raspy. “A girl's gotta make sure she’s taken care of first.”

He stared down at you, and you’re not sure if it was bewilderment or anger on his expression. He roughly stood up, pulling out of you as your limbs feel weakly against the mattress. He grabbed your ankles, pulling you off the mattress and onto the floor, pulling you up onto your knees. You gasped, exhaustion screaming at you, but moaning when he grabbed and fisted your hair again.

“It’s not a dealbreaker but-”

You were interrupted as he shoved his cock into your mouth. Your eyes rolled back, gagging as his cock hit the back of your throat. A grunt escaped him, and he fisted both hands into your hair, as he began to face-fuck you.

He was not nearly done with you.

When you woke up, you were in your bedroom, sprawled across the floor- completely ruined.

Your muscles were on fire, and your throat hurt terribly, you could barely feel your legs. You glanced around the room, searching for the man, for Wolverine.

Figures he leaves without a note.

Using what little strength you had left- you pushed yourself up to your feet, using the wall to balance you as you walked across the hall to the bathroom, flipping on the cold light.

You looked at your ruined self in the mirror. Your makeup was smeared over your face, mascara ran down your tear-stained face, small bruises lined your neck and collarbone, and you softly touched the spot where you could see the imprints of the man - Wolverine - teeth, scabbed over. You softly brushed your fingers over it, lips parted as a small breath escaped you.

You stared at the mark, before looking back at your face in the mirror. A wild grin grew on your face, and you nodded slowly biting your lip.

Bitchin!

10 Years Later

“Logan, don’t forget, we have a visitor coming today, I may need your assistance to keep her busy until I can talk to her,” Charles calls out as Logan begins to leave the room. Logan stopped, quaking a brow.

“Who?”

“She’s the woman I told you about. Running for governor in New York. Her father was an old friend of mine.”

“Politician? No thanks.” Logan shook his head. Xavier rolls his eyes. “I only put up with Hank because he’s earned it. The rest of them can stuff it.”

“You would have liked them. Her father was the only member of Congress to openly speak out about issues regarding the silent war between mutants and non-mutants. He was the only non-mutant supporter for years. We owe it a lot to him for opening the conversation and not backing down, and his daughter has followed greatly in his footsteps.”

Logan crossed his arms. “It doesn't matter. These people become corrupt anyway.”

Charles sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Just, give her a tour of the place. All I need you to do. She should be here soon.”

Logan flares his nostrils, “Fine.” He turned and left the room, an aura of pissiness following him and Charles shook his head.

“Always so rebellious…” He mutters under his breath.

Logan stepped outside to the front of the mansion, and that's when he saw a car pulled up. At first, he didn’t think it was the woman Charles had talked about. It was a nice car, but not something a governor would drive, they typically had security with them anyway.

He watched, with his arms crossed as it parked, and the driver's side door opened. The chorus of Cyndi Laupers “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” flowing out of the car, before it was shut off.

That’s when you stepped out.

Dressed in a black pin-stripe suit, a pencil skirt that stopped above your knees, red heels to match your lipstick. Your hair is pulled up into a clean, professional bun. Gold hoop earrings accented your features, and a necklace with an X pendant was hanging from your neck

You were chewing gum as you surveyed the estate.

Pretty place, it reminds you of your childhood home.

You grabbed your bag from the car, pushed the door closed, and walked over to the walkway that led to the front of the mansion, your heels clacked against the concrete and you reached the steps- looking up and seeing the man standing before you, watching you with a frown and a quirk of his brow.

Your red-painted lips grew into a grin, as you slowly walked up the steps, not looking away from the handsome man staring down at you with that all to familiar scowl.

“Well, hello again.” You greeted once you reached the top step.

Logan blinked in confusion. His brows creased together. “Excuse me?” He shook his head, as his eyes trailed over your body. You did look a tad familiar. He just couldn’t place you.

“It’s been a long time, Wolverine.”

You eyed him like a predator, but your smile screamed friendliness. Your eyes darted down, your hand reaching for the tags that rested around his neck. He stared at you incredously.

“Though, I’m glad to see you’re in a much better state than when we last met.”

“What?” He shook his head. You hummed at his confusion.

“Don’t worry, I’m not offended you don’t remember me. I read your files.” You say, a click of your tongue and a shake of your head. “It’s been a long time and you’ve been through a lot.” You tilted your head, your eyes looking sympathetically at him.

“Ah you arrived dear.” Charles voice snapped your attention from Logan. You smiled warmly.

“Hello professor.” You greet him as he was in the doorway. “I was just saying hello to Mr. Howlett.”

Charles smiled, his eyes darting between you both, and a moment of confusion appeared on his face. “Yes, Logan was so kind to offer to give you a tour of the mansion when you arrived, but my schedule opened up. Would you like to come with me?”

“I would absolutely love to professor.” You beamed. You looked back at Logan, who still held a look of bewilderment. You stepped forward and leaned into his ear, “By the way, I’m still yours.” You whispered.

He turned to look at you, surprise on his face and you winked, before turning to head inside, taking Charles hand. Logan watched you with wide eyes and parted lips until you both disappeared around the corner.

Faint memories played in his head, memories from a time he rather not remember - but you, with your red lipstick -

Oh fuck

He took a step to the doorway, shock coursing through him. Then confusion, bewilderment, perplexed.

Then, he felt a twitch of his cock in his denim.

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 7 months ago

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Do you have any Jack headcanons?

Also, i love all of you aus and your art!

I do have some, but not many-

he has a habit of saying the things he's doing; "hiding", "staring", "sneaking", etc.

if Solar is sitting anywhere like on the couch or on a bed, Jack will sprawl across his lap and lay there

Solar the only way to move Jack is by tickling his sides; he didn't program that into Jack but if it works it works

Jack likes to climb trees as fast as he can and then attempt to jump down; Solar's lost count of the amount of time he's had to tell Jack NOT to jump from the treetops

Jack has multi-colored sponges that serve a different purpose. A standard kitchen sponge he uses for chewing, a red sponge he uses for fidgeting, a blue sponge for cleaning himself with, and an orange sponge to sleep with

Jack talks and mutters things in his sleep and kicks his legs like a sleeping dog or cat would

whenever he gets nightmares he will crawl into Solar's bed to sleep

his favorite lullaby is 'Rises the Moon'

he is autistic-coded but is a lot more intelligent than the family gives him credit for

#answered ask #laes jack #tsams jack #lunar and earth show #the sun and moon show #tsbs #headcanons

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thatdammchickennugget · 9 months ago

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pairing -firefighter!james potter x fem!reader

summary - james rescues a cat from a tree

warnings - none

wordcount - 1.4k

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A week after the open house, James finally makes good on his promise to redo the coffee date. You’ve both been texting back and forth, trying to find a time that works, and it’s almost comical how busy your schedules have been. But when you see his name light up your screen with a simple “Coffee this weekend?” your heart does a little flip. This time, there’s no last-minute call, no emergencies, just you and him—finally.

It’s another crisp, sunny autumn day, the air carrying that mix of warmth and chill that makes it perfect for a walk. James meets you at a cozy café near the park, and when he sees you, his smile is so wide, it’s like he’s been waiting for this just as eagerly as you have. He’s still in his uniform, having just gotten off work, and it takes most of your willpower not to stare. There’s an easy, comfortable feeling as you both grab your drinks and head out, walking side by side down a path lined with trees that are just starting to show off their fall colors.

The conversation flows effortlessly, filled with teasing banter, a little bit of flirting, and more than a few laughs. You talk about work, life, and even swap a few embarrassing stories from your childhood. It feels so natural, like you’ve known each other for much longer than you actually had. James has a way of making you feel seen, like he’s genuinely interested in everything you have to say, and it’s refreshing.

As you stroll through a quieter part of the park, sipping your coffee, you notice an elderly woman standing under a tree, craning her neck to look up at the branches. She looks a bit distressed, and you nudge James with your elbow, nodding in her direction.

“Do you think she’s okay?” you ask, your voice soft with concern.

James glances over, his brow furrowing slightly. “Let’s go see,” he says, already changing course.

When you get closer, you can see what’s causing the problem: a fluffy, orange cat is perched on one of the higher branches, looking down at the woman with wide, frightened eyes. The woman spots James’ uniform and sighs in relief.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she says, her voice quivering slightly. “My poor Marmalade got spooked and ran up there, and I don’t know how to get him down. I didn’t know who to call…”

James flashes her that reassuring smile you’re quickly coming to adore. “Don’t worry, ma’am, I’ve got this,” he says, sounding so calm and confident that you can practically see the woman relax.

You watch as he assesses the situation, his eyes darting from the cat to the tree, and you can’t help but tease, “I didn’t think rescuing cats from trees was actually a thing firefighters did.”

He turns to you, a playful glint in his eye. “We’re quite multi-talented, you know,” he says, giving you a wink before stepping closer to the tree. “Besides, how could I resist a call for help when Marmalade here is clearly in distress?”

The woman chuckles at that, and you have to bite back a grin as you watch James slip off his jacket and toss it to you. “Hold this,” he says, rolling up his sleeves - drawing your gaze to his arms in the process - with a look of determination that makes your heart skip a beat.

For a moment, you just stand there, holding his jacket and sipping your coffee, watching as he carefully starts to climb the tree. It’s not a particularly high one, but the branches look a bit flimsy, and you can see why the woman didn’t try to get the cat herself. James moves with a practiced ease, testing each branch before putting his weight on it, and it’s clear he knows what he’s doing.

As he gets closer, the cat lets out a pitiful little meow, and James coos softly, trying to calm it down. “Hey there, Marmalade,” he says, his voice gentle and soothing. “It’s okay, buddy. I’m just here to help you out. We’re going to get you down, nice and easy.”

The cat seems to respond to his tone, slowly inching closer, and after a few tense moments, James manages to scoop it up, cradling it against his chest as he starts to make his way back down. You can’t help but watch in admiration, thinking there’s something inherently charming about seeing him in action like this, so capable and gentle.

When he finally reaches the ground, the elderly woman claps her hands together, beaming. “Oh, thank you! Thank you so much,” she says, reaching out to take Marmalade from James’ arms. “You’re an angel.”

James grins, looking a little bashful. “Just doing my job,” he says, brushing some leaves off his pants.

You step closer, still holding his jacket, and raise an eyebrow at him. “Is this what you meant when you said you’d charm me later?” you ask, your voice light and teasing. “Because I’ve got to say, rescuing cats is a pretty solid move.”

James laughs, shaking his head as he takes his jacket back from you. “I’m not above using adorable animals to make myself look good,” he admits, slipping his arm around your shoulders and giving you a little squeeze. “But I’m glad you’re impressed.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help leaning into him a bit, enjoying the easy warmth between you. “I’m impressed you didn’t get scratched,” you say, looking up at him with a smile. “I thought Marmalade was going to put up a fight.”

“Cats love me,” James says confidently, as if it’s an undeniable fact of the universe. “And clearly, they’re good judges of character.” He gives you a cheeky grin, and you can’t help but laugh.

The woman gives Marmalade a little pat and thanks James again, her gratitude clear in her eyes. “You’re a sweetheart,” she says, and then turns to you, her gaze kind and knowing. “And you make a lovely couple.”

Your cheeks heat up immediately, but before you can stammer out a correction, James just smiles and says, “Thank you, ma’am. We think so too.”

It’s so smooth, so effortlessly confident, that you’re momentarily stunned into silence. You glance up at him, and he just shrugs, his eyes twinkling. “What? She’s not wrong,” he murmurs, so quietly that only you can hear.

You want to say something, but all you can manage is a soft, flustered laugh, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest.

As the elderly woman heads off, Marmalade safely cradled in her arms, James turns back to you, his smile softening. “So, where were we?” he asks, like he’s trying to pick up right where you left off, and you can’t help but admire how easy he makes it look. “Coffee, walk… maybe we could find a tree for you to climb, see how you do?”

You swat at his arm, laughing. “I’m not the one showing off here,” you say, but there’s no real bite to your words. “But sure, if I need to pass a climbing test to ensure you go on another date with me, I’ll try. Just make sure you’re ready to catch me if I fall.”

His expression softens, turning just a bit more serious, and he reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “Always,” he says, his voice low and warm. “You can count on that.”

And just like that, the banter fades, replaced by a quiet, tender moment that feels far more intimate than anything you’d planned for today. You’re not sure what to say, how to respond, but then James smiles, the kind of smile that feels like it’s meant just for you, and all you can do is smile back, your heart full and light as the autumn breeze that rustles through the leaves around you.

“Come on,” he says, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Let’s keep walking. We can start planning that next date. But to be honest, I’m not ready for this one to end yet.”

And neither are you.

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season of the witch | jeon jungkook

summary: he’s not a bad boy, he just gets himself in bad situations at times that lead him to bizarre happenings. for instance, he had no intentions of visiting an occult shop in the middle of the night in search for a phone… but here he is in the middle of October feeling himself fall for the self-titled witch who owned it. suddenly he’s gone from your casual heart breaker, to your sweet boy next door.

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.˚ genre/au: heartbreaker!jk x witch!y/n [she/her], whimsigoth, modern witch, halloween .⊹✶ ✶ ✶☾✴

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆. 16.9k words˚.⊹✶✴

warnings: smut. fluff. very slight angst if you squint. honestly pretty cute. oc gives off whimsigoth vibes but honestly a big softie. mentions of spells and hexes. jk is a skeptic. oc has a black cat named. jk becomes a bit spiritual. honestly just a cute modern witch fic inspired by your 90s witch. no protection bc they’re idiots and didn’t plan. oc is scared to get in relationships. soft sex. oral sex [f receiving] jk is a service dom highkey. actual magic moments but they’re brushed over

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

mentions of the occult [loosely referenced] it’s just a little Halloween thing, fiction and not at all educational or informative

“Admit that we’re lost.”

The street was as dark as night and empty. It felt like they were the only two signs of life around and yet he refused to admit he’s lost. There’s lit jack-o-lanterns on people’s yards so he knows he’s still close to civilization and that’s enough to keep him going—and he swears he’s not being dramatic.

“We’re not lost,” he said, not bothering to look back at his friend who surely rolled his eyes with annoyance, following after him nonetheless.

“Jungkook, it’s late, I’m tired, just admit we’ve been walking in circles,” his friend said, words falling on deaf ears. Jungkook just smiled, pointing ahead at the first true source of light they’ve seen for a while, “Let’s go there.”

It was almost midnight and most businesses around here were already closed and yet there was a small shop with a red lighting store front and plants hanging from the ceiling. There was a sign on the door that said, ‘OPEN’, with its business hours printed beneath and the shop’s name painted on the window. He didn’t hesitate to swing the door open, hearing the bell above the door ring as they entered the strange shop.

There was so much to look at from books to multi colored rocks separated into groups with labels on them; Tiger’s Eye, Black Onyx, Topaz, Amethyst, the list went on. Hanging above were various green plants and small jars lining the shelves on the walls of rose petals, lavender, mandrake, and plants he’s never heard of before.

“What is this place?” Hoseok asked with a small scoff in disbelief as he held up a charcoal pentagram and a bundle of sage. There were skeleton paper weights and bottles of various oils that gave the shop an herbal smell he couldn’t tell if he liked or not.

Jungkook didn’t have much to say, only shrugged his shoulders in response as he let his attention be drawn toward a hanging suncatcher that caught the red light used to warm the plants in the cold. His hand reached out to touch, watching it dangle and effortlessly swing away from him. There was no one behind the wooden counter filled with handmade jewelry made of copper and nickel twisted in various designs of trees, moons, suns and vines circling around crystals. There was an open book at the counter and he curiously walked toward it, wondering if it was a product list or maybe even the name of the person working but he could barely make out the words or even the dark sketches.

Just as he came to admit there was nobody here, a soft mewl caught his attention.

Yellow eyes stared into his brown ones as he looked up at the wall of ceramic figures behind the counter, and a black cat sat perfectly still next to a small sc of a dragon. He couldn’t look away from it, even when a soft sound of footsteps were heard from behind a tall, woven tapestry with embroidered stars that concealed a wooden spiral staircase.

“Coal, where’d you run off to?” Your voice was light and whimsical yet when you appeared behind the counter, you were dressed in black, a lot of it. A long black skirt with a thin black top that had green vines laced throughout it. Over it you had on a black shawl slipped down your shoulders.

Jungkook and Hoseok shared a strange look as they stood unnoticed while you picked up your cat to scold him for leaving while you talked. Jungkook tried to grab your attention by clearing his throat and once your eyes were on his, he smiled, “Um… hi, we saw that your shop was open and we were won—“

“Coal, I told you to flip the sign,” you whispered to the black cat as you let him jump out of your arms with an annoyed meow when you whispered, “Bad kitty.”

“Uh…” Jungkook couldn’t hide his look of confusion at the way you acted, “We’re uh, we’re lost and we were wondering if you had a phone we could use to call a tow truck.”

“Oh? Have you been in an accident?” You asked curiously, tucking some hair behind your ear creating a small jingle with all the jewelry you wore.

“Funny story actually,” Hoseok said, making you look him over with a raised brow—unable to ignore the bloody hockey jersey he wore, “We were at a party and uh, we got robbed. It was a whole shit show, honestly, we’ve been walking for over an hour and our car broke down so we’re going through it and we really just need a phone.”

“Coal, can you get my phone?” You turned to the cat that had made itself comfortable laying in a basket of dried moss. The cat didn’t make a move to leave, instead he turned his head away making you roll your eyes and add, “Please?”

Jungkook watched the cat run off behind the curtain with interest before looking at you, your eyes already on his, “So what kind of place is this?”

“It’s your local apothecary! Herbs, oils, incense—your occasional occult stuff, we specialize in the craft,” you said with a bubbly voice, “All very interesting stuff.”

“I’ll say,” Hoseok lifted a finger to tap on the mason jar filled with green liquid.

“What are you supposed to be?” You asked rather suddenly, turning your attention to Jungkook.

“Me?” Jungkook asked, looking down at himself, “I’m Dumbledore.”

He thought the long white beard, oversized robe and elder wand made that abundantly clear. You looked him up and down, “Hm.”

Hoseok couldn’t help but release a chuckle at the way you very clearly judged his friend’s choice of costume, “Yeah, I told him he would pull no bitches dressed like th—“

“Hobi,” Jungkook cut him off, motioning toward you with his head at the way your eye seemed to twitch with what he said. He tried to think of something to say but you were no longer interested when your cat came with the top of a phone case in his mouth. He set it down on the counter, letting his tail curl around your arm before leaving with a purr.

When you unlocked your phone, Jungkook thanked you and quickly tried to call a tow truck only to be told there were none open now. Hoseok couldn’t hide the fact that he was tired and found himself lying comfortably in a dark green daybed surrounded by books, leaving his friend to deal with all the hard parts. You didn’t say or rush anything when he took your phone and instead chose to watch him pace back and forth dialing every number he knew.

“This place is cozy,” Hoseok admitted, “I could nap here.”

“Coal, does it all the time,” you said with a soft smile, both tuning out Jungkook who was getting more annoyed by the second.

“Hyung, please pick us up,” Jungkook said in the background, tired of the itchy long beard so he snatched it off.

“I might get a promotion this week, what’s something I can use to wish me luck?” Hoseok asked, looking around the shop.

“I can help you make a spell jar, grab a basket,” you said cheerily as the hockey player got up to do as told. Jungkook tapped on the glass counter, starting a staring contest with the black cat while you and Hoseok began to collect herbs.

“I’ll send you my location,” Jungkook told the person on the phone, “15 minutes? We can wait here.”

“What does cinnamon do?” Hoseok asked, drawing Jungkook’s attention toward him.

“Alright, thanks Joon.” Jungkook hung up the phone, “Namjoon is coming for us. What are you guys doing?”

“Have you ever done a palm reading?” You asked Hoseok, ignoring Jungkook.

“No, but I’m down to try.”

“Sorry for keeping you up,” Jungkook said with a tired sigh as he looked at you hoping for a bit of acknowledgment on your part but you were currently helping Hoseok seal a mason jar with green candle wax.

Look…

Just listen…

Jungkook doesn’t think he has a type. He’s been with every type of girl possible since he started college but he’s never spoken to anyone like you. It’s not even just the way you’re dressed or the way you speak to your car but it’s also the store you worked at—or owned[?]. You’ve got his best friend making a good luck spell in the middle of the night and yet all Jungkook could think about is how cute you were.

Your skirt was fitted and it hugged your waist perfectly, exposing your torso and the way your shawl hung around your elbows instead of your shoulders was hot. You had these eyes that drew him in too, maybe it was your smudged dark makeup that made them stand out or the way you didn’t shy from staring into his eyes but he found it hard to look away.

“It’s a full moon tonight,” you said to him, “I was going to stay up anyway. I’ve already set up water to charge overnight.”

His brows furrowed, “Well, thanks anyway. What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“I’m Hoseok but you can call me Hobi,” Hoseok said with a confident smile, “This great wizard is Jungkook.”

“Dumbledore,” you said questioningly, “You took off your beard.”

“It was itchy,” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly.

You looked behind him, “Coal doesn’t seem to think so.”

Jungkook followed your stare, finding the black cat suddenly wearing the long white beard. Hoseok laughed, “Not you putting the beard on the cat, Kook.”

“I didn’t,” Jungkook scratched the back of his head, “Did I?”

You brushed past him, a soft scent of lavender incense overwhelmed him in a pleasant way and he couldn’t help but watch you in awe. There was just something about you… or maybe he’s had a long night and is imagining it.

“Joon is here.”

He can’t explain what it is but he can’t stop looking at you. Every move you made had his attention no matter how small and for a moment he forgot who else was around.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok snapped his fingers in front of his face, pointing out the window at the car parked outside, “Namjoon is here.”

“Oh, right,” Jungkook shook his head to snap out of the small trance he had been in, “Um, thank you Y/n, for letting us in.”

“No worries, Dumbledore, it made for an interesting night,” you held your cat in your arms now, forcing it to wave its paw goodbye, “And I do hope you tell me if the spell worked, Hobi.”

The two wanderers left the small shop of wonders and got in their friend’s car without further question, ending their night on a strange note that left one of them with curiosity.

The shop was home to you. It is where you felt most comfortable and it was passed down to you from a young age. It was a responsibility to help everyone who walked in, even if they asked for questionable things, you had to be there for them.

That’s why when a woman came in with tears down her face and a bundle of cash, you couldn’t just turn her away. Today your friend was working with you and he excelled in this sort of magic better than you did so you let him take the reel. He never seemed to mind intervening in the love lives of others and the shop was a safe space for men who’ve just been robbed and women who’ve been wronged.

“He’s a cheater,” she cried, “He lied to me a-and he thinks I’m just dumb. It’s not fair.”

“It’s not,” your friend said with a small smile, “Men like that can’t just walk around without any repercussions.”

“Jimin,” you warned him softly, watching the way he seemed to get the woman hyped on the thought of getting back at her husband. This is where he specialized, any sort of love magic no matter how bad, he loved it. You weren’t like him, you believed too much in karma to involve yourself in bad situations but you were never able to talk him out of it and it made the customer happy.

“Hush, Y/n, a simple hex never hurt anyone,” Jimin said, practically kicking his feet with glee, “Would that make you feel better, honey?”

The woman nodded her head, completely hypnotized by your best friend he disappeared behind another curtain toward the greenhouse. You waited behind idly, unsure what to do or say when a delivery driver pulled up in front of the building. Coal had flipped the sign to ‘CLOSED’ while Jimin performed his magic and the driver got out of his car holding a bouquet of flowers and a small box.

“Trust me, after this he won’t ever be able to please another woman again,” Jimin told her as he cut into a rotten eggplant.

You left the two quietly, making your way to the front door and ignoring the instructions Jimin gave the woman as she began to repeat the small chant he said.

You opened the shop door, stepping out, “Are you looking for someone?”

“Um… is this Scarlet&Sage? I’m looking for a Y/n.”

“That’s me,” you told him with furrowed brows, eyes widening as he practically shoved the bouquet of flowers into your hands and the gift box, asking you to sign before leaving. It took you a moment to process what happened before you headed back inside, just in time to watch Jimin finish the hex by helping the woman sew up the cut eggplant with candle wax and twine.

“You’ll want to leave this somewhere he can’t find it,” Jimin told her but you left before you could hear anything else.

You carried your things to the back room which was really just an extended shed of herbs and dried plants, Coal following close behind with curiosity as you opened up the small envelope inside.

‘Thank you for helping two strangers out so late in the night :) hopefully we’ll cross paths again

— Jeon Jungkook, Dumbledore’

The letter made you smile, a small blush forming on your cheeks when you pulled the lid off the box and gasped. Inside were two things, the first being a black hair clip with a pretty design on it and the second was a cat toy—Halloween themed. There was a sticky note on the plush skeleton fish that said, ‘For Cole’ on it that had you both sighing in disbelief.

Coal scratched at the note until it fell away from his new toy and ran away with it, surely to sulk at the misspelling of his name and pretend like he didn’t like the gift.

“Who’s the admirer?”

A light yell left your lips, nearly dropping the box as Jimin appeared at the doorway, “What admirer?”

“This one,” Jimin took the bouquet, examining it quickly with pursed lips, “Do tell me, Y/n, I am dying for the smallest sign of human interaction you might receive. I feel like you’ve become a recluse.”

“I have not,” you argued, letting him cut the tips of the stems, summoning over a vase with a wave of his hand that had it sliding across the wooden countertop to where he was, “I just… I do not have the time.”

“For?” Jimin asked setting the flowers up beautifully for you, “Oh whatever, just tell me who the flowers are from.”

“Nobody important,” you said almost shyly as your friend led the way back into the shop, ducking his head under twinkly lights and waving a finger to flip the sign back to ‘OPEN’, “The other night two men came in. They needed a phone and I let them use mine, that’s all.”

“Were they attractive?” Jimin asked with a raised brow, his instincts tingling at the hint of romance. Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams played in the background filling in the silence you left behind as you stopped to think about it.

The other night you met a dead hockey player and Dumbledore. Jungkook had been covered completely by old rags until the end when he took off the beard and even then the poor night lighting didn’t do well to make him attractive.

Still, part of you knew the two men would be considered popular just based on their looks.

“I think so,” you told him honestly, “It was hard to know, they were dressed up for a costume party.”

“You should have asked for their number,” Jimin said humorously, “Maybe then this god awful dryspell of yours would end.”

You rolled your eyes at his play on words before welcoming in a group of girls headed toward the crystals, “It’s not a dryspell and we both know it.”

“Oh, right,” Jimin rolled his eyes, “The curse. You give it too much power, sure there have been accidents in the past but those were all mere coincidence!”

“I’m sorry, but my first boyfriend losing a finger just a week after he fingered me for the first time doesn’t sound coincidental,” you half whispered and half shouted.

“It was a bowling accident!” Jimin laughed loudly.

“And what about the guy next door who used to help me water my plants before his house caught on fire?” You asked with a tilt of your hand that had him shrugging.

“Maybe he should’ve worried about the dry air in his own home before coming to yours,” Jimin joked.

“I’m serious, Jimin. Anyone who shows even the slightest interest in me gets hurt, and I mean literally not figuratively,” you said.

It was not a secret and your best friend knew it. Everyone who practiced the craft around here knew of the curse bestowed upon your family.

A curse on any man that dared love any woman in your family—you’ve seen it happen before and you’re not interested in hurting someone because of a centuries old curse you were born with.

Jimin had nothing to say now as he looked at the flowers with such curiosity he could practically picture the man who sent them.

Jeon Jungkook was special and everyone around him knew it. From his looks to his personality, there was not a single person unable to be charmed by him. It was a gift, really, just one smile or one look and he could practically get whatever he wants.

Of course, that’s not always a good thing, and that’s why he takes full blame for what happened last weekend. If he had known the girl who flirted with him had a boyfriend… he would have never hooked up with her in the bathroom. If they never hooked up then his things wouldn’t have been stolen and his tire wouldn’t have been slashed.

Sometimes he forgets that his actions have consequences and that night he learned how much of an asshole he really is to kiss a taken woman. The only good thing that came from it was the strange visit to an even stranger shop with an owner who blew his mind away.

He was beginning to think there’s something wrong with him. Why can’t he stop thinking about you? At first he thought it was out of guilt for bothering you that late so he had flowers delivered as a thank you but you still haven’t left his head. He’s nearly forgotten what you look like and he doesn’t like that.

“I can’t believe I got the promotion,” Hoseok said with a smirk as he plopped down on the chair next to Jungkook’s.

“You worked hard for it,” Jungkook reminded him.

“What if that little jar really did help?” Hoseok asked curiously, making Jungkook laugh suddenly and his brows furrowed, “I’m serious, Kook. I really thought they were gonna give it to the other guy.”

“Hobi, you worked your ass off for it,” Jungkook told him honestly, “Some stupid jar of cloves and cinnamon didn’t do it.”

That made his friend roll his eyes, “Whatever, I’m still stopping by the shop to offer my thanks—“

“You’re going back?” Jungkook asked, a look of interest in his eyes, an idea running rampant in his head at the thought.

There was a sudden urge to see you again running through his veins.

The shop felt surprisingly cozier during the day and it smelled of pomegranate and basil. A few customers shopped around, unable to help themselves from watching the two attractive men look every bit out of place as they felt while a man helped behind the counter.

Jimin popped his head over a jar of worms, eyes widening as he practically ran up the spiral steps in search of you. Your eyes were closed as you imagined a white light running over your body eliminating any piece of bad energy in sight. A set of silver headphones played lulling sounds of nature and the flicker of white candles helped lighten the dark room as you attempted to do your midday meditation. You sat with your legs crossed neatly and your floral skirt touched the ground even when your body floated in the air in concentration.

“Y/n!”

You’ve become one with your surroundings, you felt the energy coursing through you with each deep inhale and exhale you let out and your body became weightless, unable to think of anything but absolute clarity.

“Y/n!”

The sudden yank on your headphones caused you to snap out of the trance, falling to the ground with a hard thud that had you hissing in pain, “Ow!”

“He’s here!” Jimin said, snapping the candles off while helping you untangle your headphones.

“Who?” You asked, wrapping your loose cardigan tighter around your torso.

“The one who delivered the flowers,” Jimin said urgently as he took your hand in his and practically rushed you downstairs. You didn’t even get a chance to put your shoes back on and you had to hold the end of your matcha green skirt up to keep from dragging across the floorboards.

“How do you kno—“

“Instincts,” Jimin said, wiggling his nose, “I can just tell.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him as you joined him downstairs, not fully believing he knew who he was talking about until you saw it with your own eyes. Hoseok was much more familiar to you than the other considering his costume still looked like him but Jungkook was the one who caught your attention. He ditched the gray robes for black jeans and a white shirt under a black and white leather jacket. His hair was sleek and he had facial piercings you didn’t remember seeing last time but he looked good…

“Y/n! I got the promotion!” Hoseok said cheerfully, taking your focus for himself. You smiled sweetly, “Really? That’s wonderful.”

Jungkook found himself speechless when he saw you appearing from behind the celestial tapestry. He can’t explain it but you looked utterly beautiful. The crystal suncatcher he had seen the other night proved its purpose today by reflecting a soft rainbow on your complexion and he found it hypnotizing.

“Did you receive my flowers?” He found himself asking, damn near stuttering. Today you wore a matcha green floral skirt and a cream colored cardigan matched with some crystals around your neck. It didn’t sneak past him the fact that you were barefoot but it seemed to fit you either way.

“I did, they smelled wonderful,” you said joyously, “But…”

His lips parted with worry, ready to ask what happened when a deep meow took his attention. Your black cat curled around your skirt practically begging to be picked up and you did just that, cuddling the feline against your chest, “Coal is a bit bothered by the gift.”

Jungkook was left confused, watching the cat who seemed to be glaring at him, “Cole is?”

“Yeah, you see, you spelled his name wrong,” you said with a sigh, “His name is coal like the carbonized rock, not a man’s name.”

“Oh?” Jungkook tilted his head, “Oh. Coal, black as coal?”

“It’s because he’s a black cat,” Hoseok said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world to name your cat after a fire starter.

“Well, maybe he could appreciate the effort?” Jungkook asked, trying not to think of how ridiculous he sounded practically begging the feeling for forgiveness.

“He’s a bit of a grudge holder but maybe he’ll come around,” you said with a distressed sigh, staring off into the distance seeming like your mind was miles away. Hoseok had lost interest in the conversation as he began to skim through a book about runes while your coworker slash best friend pretended not to eavesdrop behind the counter. Jungkook watched you curiously as you focused on a group of teenage girls nosing through the incense sticks.

“Whatever you said to Hobi seemed to work the other day, he aced the interview,” Jungkook said, feeling the need to try and talk to you still. There’s just something about you.

Your entire essence felt whimsical and he wishes he could pinpoint what has his heart beating so fast but he can’t.

“It was the spell,” you told him with a smile, letting it fade when he scoffed in disbelief.

“No, seriously.”

“I am being serious,” your eyes narrowed, “We put a lot of effort into it.”

Jungkook would love to argue about magic and spells not being real but it was very clear this was not the place to do it—especially not when he can hear the guy behind the counter offer a potion to someone. He seemed like a con artist and yet you worked with him, did that make you one too? When he looked at you, he could easily assume you were dressed up for Halloween, it was October and some people go all out for the month. That could be you…

Or you could be playing a part for the store, doing whatever you could to get the sales going even if it meant packaging herbs in mason jars and calling it a spell.

The look you were giving him made it obvious that you were beginning to question his intentions too and he felt the need to backtrack even if his instincts were telling him not to, “Well uh, whatever you um… did worked.”

You flashed him a pretty smile, already losing interest in him as you turned around to see who was in the store. He couldn’t help but try and follow after you in hopes of keeping your attention on him but when he took a step, he nearly tripped and had to grab you for support. The two of you looked down, a small laugh bubbling in your throat, “Coal! You do not play tricks on people just because you’re mad.”

The cat meowed in response as you suddenly dropped to your knees before him, his heart racing at the action until you began to untie his shoelaces which had been knotted together so he would trip when he took a step. Jungkook laughed nervously, “I don’t remember doing that.”

“It was Coal,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “If anyone knows how to hold a grudge it’s that cat. Coal, say sorry.”

As if the cat understood what you said, he meowed as he ran off, making sure to hit Jungkook’s leg with his tail. He shook his head in disbelief at the way Coal responded so human-like, wondering if his dog acted this way too at times but he didn’t. Bam was always sweet and energetic, not a grudge holder or trickster like the feline. With a sigh he tried moving on, looking around for you only for you to be going behind a curtain toward a greenhouse. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to follow you, not caring about the sign that said no customers and searching for you.

“So, Y/n, I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow,” Jungkook said suddenly, “I was thinking we can get dinner as a thank you for the other night.”

“Oh,” you came to a stop, staring at a basket of molasses and shook your head, “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Jungkook was left speechless, unsure what to say as you once again seemed to disappear before his very own eyes, leaving him to look around confused and alone. He had no choice but to head back to the main store where he found you tying a string around Hoseok’s wrist. How did you move so quickly?

You mumbled something to his friend that he couldn’t quite hear and he’ll admit it made him a bit jealous. It’s not that he had strong feelings for you but here he is fighting plowing after that y only for you to wander off away from him. Was something wrong with him? Were you more interested in Hoseok? Jungkook had never struggled to keep a girl’s attention and yet it feels like your mind is everywhere else but him. Sure, you might be different from his usual type but did that mean he was different from yours? What kind of guy is your type anyway?

Someone with glasses who likes astrology?

“Jungkook,” you called for him rather softly and yet he went to you as if on command. You held up a string necklace with some sort of rock or marble on it and he didn’t hesitate to lean down so you could put it on him. It was a blue marble with a white circle and a black dot inside the circle.

“What is this?” He asked, swallowing dryly when your hands brushed against his neck.

“It has many names depending on where you’re from but, it’s an evil eye. It helps protect you from misfortune and anyone who wishes ill intent toward you,” you told him, making sure the bead sat perfectly between his collarbone, “I figured after the night you got your things stolen, it was better to stay protected.”

“Is there anything that would protect me against him, Y/n?” Hoseok joked, joining the two of you now, “If anyone brings me bad luck it’s Jungkook considering he’s the reason everyone’s always out to get us.”

He turned to Hoseok ready to tell him to shut up but his friend always struggled to read the room. Hoseok just laughed like he was telling the funniest joke, “Don’t look at me like that, it’s true. Who’s the one who made out with a girl who’s already taken?”

“I didn’t know,” Jungkook said and despite it being the truth, everyone looked at him differently now.

“So you’re one of those guys,” the man behind the counter said with a mischievous smirk that had Jungkook turning around to look at him. “One of what guys?”

“The ones I hex—“

“So!” You cut Jimin off suddenly, standing directly in front of Jungkook now, chest nearly touching his that his breath caught in his throat, “What are your plans for the night? Are we taking too much of your time? I’m sure it was a long drive out.”

“Is this a subtle way of saying it’s about time we leave?” Jungkook asked with an amused smile, a bit taken back by how flustered you seem to be. There was something charming about you, a complete stranger, and it keeps drawing him in. He finds you physically attractive in a way he’s never found anyone like before. He thinks you dress differently, you present yourself differently, you remind him of a fairy or some mythological creature—just enchanting… and it makes him feel ridiculous.

Why does he feel this way toward you?

“I—That’s not h-how I meant it,” you shook your head, blush running through your cheeks, “I just assumed you probably had more important things to do.”

“And what if I said this was the important thing for today?” He asked with a tilt of his head, not caring much for his friend who was busy looking at all the crystals or the guy behind the counter who pretended not to listen, “Talking to you.”

This time around he raised a smile from you, “It would be flattering, but I know it’s not.”

He smiled, “What if it was?”

You didn’t hesitate to look into his eyes despite the way he seemed to close the distance between you like you were the only two in the shop, “It’s not.”

“Why don’t you think so?” He asked, attempting to rest his arm on the counter only for him to hit Coal instead, awkwardly jumping back and watching you smile with amusement.

“Because it would be so sad to hold a mere occurrence with me, a complete stranger, with such high importance.” The tone you said it in sounded cute, like you were genuinely pitying him for living such a boring life even if that wasn’t the case.

It took Jungkook a second to process your response and he couldn’t go any further. It was very clear you didn’t want him around anymore and you already rejected his proposal to go out. He did not want to seem like a pushy person and he has to just accept that you’re simply not interested. Does it make sense to him? No. He’s a catch, every girl tends to want him—but he won’t push any further.

He swears.

“I guess we’ll get going then and let you get back to work,” Jungkook couldn’t help but look back down at your patterned skirt or pretty neck adorned with handmade jewelry, “Maybe next time I’ll buy something.”

“Next time?” You asked as he grabbed the back of Hoseok’s shirt, dragging him behind toward the front door. Jungkook smirked, “Yeah! I mean… this can’t possibly be the end, right?”

“Well, I didn’t think anything here would pique your interest,” you said looking around at the dangling gold stars and the hanging tapestries stuck to the ceiling.

“On the contrary,” he practically mimicked your form of speech as he shoved Hobi out the door, “My interest has been piqued. I’ll see you around?”

You wrapped your cardigan around yourself more snugly, feet finally growing cold under the flooring and appearing more flustered, “I guess so.”

He smiled, waving goodbye as he fought off Hoseok who nearly jumped over him to bid his own farewell.

“Oh, he’s smitten,” Jimin laughed the second the door shut with the chime of the bell above it. It made you roll your eyes almost instantly, “He’ll get over it. He seems like a flirt.”

“Mhm, and he’s flirting with you,” Jimin said, watching you with amusement, “Whatever shall you do?”

“What I always do,” you told him matter-of-factly, “Ignore.”

Jimin looked down at the book of moon magic before him, pretending to skim through it, “Like you always do? And how’s that working out for your love life.”

“Listen to yourself, you love witch,” you said with a groan, lifting a finger to slide the book away from him without touching it, “He’s a stranger.”

“Don’t they always start out that way?” Invincible hands opened the book for him as it slid across the counter till it was directly in front of him again and he resumed to read.

Jimin shrugged, “I’m just saying. It wouldn’t kill you to open up to someone.”

“It would probably kill them.”

“Yeah, but there are plenty of fish in the sea and way too many men in the world.”

The sky was a shade between blue and gray, and every now and then he could feel a rare drop of water fall on him as it threatened to sprinkle. The autumn leaves crunched under his thick shoes as he crossed the lawn of the courtyard on his way to his next class—running behind only a little.

You would think being in his last semester of schooling would make him have his shit together but it really only seems to make his life a bigger mess than before. It’s like it hasn’t clicked in his mind yet how close he is to the end and he still wants to spend his weekends getting drunk at parties and showing up to Monday morning lectures way too late.

“Jungkook!”

To be honest, he doesn’t ever want to admit it but his life is a hot mess. He’s all over the place—all the time. He gets into bad situations with girls and he does awful in school. He’s not that great at work and he struggles to focus on anything but he doesn’t know what to do.

The night of the party was a bit of a wake up call to him. Obviously he hadn’t changed yet but… he got his shit stolen and his car broke down in the same night. That’s enough drama to get a man thinking about his life choices. He needs to make changes but he doesn’t know how. How does he give up the parties and the drinking so he could take things more seriously?

“Jungkook!”

“Huh?” He slipped an AirPod out of his ear as he turned around in search of who called for him. About a foot or so away from him stood a girl, short blonde hair, painted red lips and Chanel jewelry on. She was the sort of attractive that anyone walking past might turn and stare but he just seemed to tilt his head with curiosity.

“We met at the club a few weeks ago, remember?” She asked, looking up at him with flirty eyes, “You bought me a drink?”

“I did?” Jungkook asked, letting his eyes trail down her head to her body and so on, “What’s up?”

“Oh, uh, I was wondering if you were busy today? I’ve seen you around campus and I still owe you for the drink so how about some coffee?” She asked running her fingers through her hair.

“I’m good but thanks,” Jungkook said, already attempting to walk away. He’s late for his lecture and he’s sure the professor won’t bother opening the door for him so he’s better off going to the library until his next class. He’s got two more lectures and then he’ll work tonight so there’s no time to go out with a girl he doesn’t even remember the name of.

“Wait! I just… yknow. I just want to say thank you for the drink,” she follows after him, “One cup won’t hurt anyone, right?”

He looked back down at her with a sigh. She really was cute and his usual type but he’s not interested. Sure he has about two hours before his next lecture but does he really want to waste that time on some girl he met while drunk [that he most likely only approached because he wanted to hook up with her?].

“Alright, can I pick the place?” Jungkook asked suddenly, watching the girls eyes widen happily as she eagerly nodded her head.

Jungkook had no idea why he agreed or where he even planned on taking her, he just knew it was a bit far but familiar—to him, at least.

He didn’t give her much room to come up with anything either before they were catching a bus to the other side of town where the buildings looked older and more fit for the fall season with the dead leaves and puddles in the dark pavement. Scarlet&Sage looked surprisingly busy today with customers going in and out without stop.

He only knew this because the coffee shop he was currently at was right across the street from it. Please do not ask him how this came about… he’s not sure. He just remembers seeing the cafè the last time he came over here and when the blonde girl asked for coffee it was the first place that came to mind. It had absolutely nothing to do with the whimsical character he’s encountered in the small shop of wonders.

“So, do you like the coffee here?” The blonde asked as they sat at a small round table near the large window that gave him the perfect view of the outside.

“It’s alright,” Jungkook mumbled, looking down at his cup wondering what you might be doing.

It’s not that he was weirdly obsessed or anything. He was just mildly interested.

Mildly.

His attention should be on the blonde but he couldn’t even remember her name and he was too embarrassed to ask. He talks to a lot of girls like her… he’s hooked up with a lot of girls like her and sometimes they all start to blend and he just can’t pick them apart. As stated, the blonde is hot, he’s not going to deny that and clearly he had approached her at some club for that reason but right now she just seems so bland.

It’s become a bit of a problem of his and he’s beginning to notice it. Jungkook did not consider himself a player by any means but he would be lying if he said he didn’t date a lot of girls. That’s why right now that he’s with some random girl who invited him to coffee, he couldn’t really think of her. He only agreed as an excuse to come to this side of town in hopes of stopping by the shop but now he’s stuck here with a stranger while you’re across the street doing who knows what.

The shop had been busy at open but once the rush had gone, things had visibly slowed down for the two witches. Jimin was bored to death, arguing with Coal over the dumbest of things and you tried busying yourself with useless flicks of your finger to turn on and off all the candles on the counter. Crystals by Stevie Nicks played from a small boombox tucked into a bookshelf and the cold autumn day dragged by too slow for your liking.

It’s not that you expect an exciting day on the regular but ever since you met those two strangers one October night, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would have more occurrences like that. When Jungkook sent the gift and flowers it was a nice surprise that brightened your day and when he and Hoseok popped in a few days later… well that also brought a sense of warmth. It couldn’t possibly be because you were interested in seeing Jungkook again despite how obviously handsome he was.

You do not allow yourself to fall in love or even gain a small crush toward anyone when you know the repercussions. Jimin could mock you for it all he wants but the curse has proven to be true time and time in your line of witches and you do not want anyone to fall victim to it because you foolishly allowed yourself to like someone.

Sure, deep down you’re a romantic but aren’t most people? Don’t most people wish to meet that one person that makes their heart race or their smile widen? Someone they find comfort in without even realizing it at first but once you do you don’t ever want to leave their arms? Isn’t that what everyone wishes even when they don’t know it? Even the most anti-romantic individual must at some point crave the intimacy that comes with finding the one they love.

It’s inevitable to feel this way but you can’t act upon any feelings you might have toward someone—you shouldn’t, and therefore you remain single despite something inside you wishing to change that. It’s for the best, honestly and maybe if you wish strong enough… you’ll never have to see Jungkook again because despite not knowing him at all… you can’t help but think about him.

“Y/n, I have a favor to ask,” Jimin said with a sigh as he joined you at the counter, “And there was nobody else I could think to ask this of aside from my most beautiful celestially whimsical best friend.”

The corners of your lips curved upward, rolling your eyes playfully as you waited for him to go on and just say it. His eyes met yours and with an adorable pout he asked, “Do you mind running to the post office for me? I’ve got a palm reading appointment in ten.”

“Oh, I suppose I could make a quick run,” you told him with a dramatic sigh, fighting back a smile when he squeezed your face in his hands. “I absolutely adore you, you beautiful witch.”

Jimin left to retrieve two white envelopes he needed you to drop off and you took them happily, heading to the door when you turned back to look at him, “Remind how amazing I am for doing the smallest of tasks for you.”

“Undeniably amazing.”

The coffee at the cafe was not memorable at all, in fact, Jungkook doesn’t know if he would ever come back again but deep down he knows he will, even if it’s just an excuse to stare at Scarlet&Sage. He’s ashamed to admit he couldn’t even pretend to act interested in what the blonde said and at some point she must’ve realized that because they sat together in silence. Her eyes wandered around the cafe while his focused on the brick storefront of your shop, wondering if he should stop by and say hello or not.

When the door seemed to open from the inside, he could physically feel his heart race and soon enough… you were there standing in a dark blue velvet slip dress with brown leather boots and golden star clips in your hair, shivering slightly with the cold and he acted before he could think.

“I’ll be right back,” Jungkook said abruptly, raising to his feet, not bothering to even look back at the blonde when she called his name and left the shop with all his things.

“Y/n!”

You read the sending addresses on the envelopes, smiling when you realized Jimin was sending this to a good friend of yours. At first, you didn’t hear the call of your name. If anything made you stop, it was the sudden howl of wind that had a stream of fallen leaves circling around you, following the sight of them until you turned back to find the one person you had been thinking about standing there before you.

“Jungkook?” You couldn’t hide the look of pleasant surprise on your face as you gave him a moment to catch up to you, “Did you trim your hair?”

That made him pause for a moment as he ran his fingers through the short black hair, shy smile on his face, “I did. Does it look bad?”

He didn’t ask where you were going when he began to walk alongside you. You shook your head, “I like it. It suits you, but I’m sure everything does, Dumbledore.”

“Will you ever let that go?” He asked slightly embarrassed by the worst night of his life and how strangely it was the reason the two of you met.

“Oh, of course,” you said, unable to catch the playful tone in his voice, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I didn—you didn—I just meant…” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, “Um… so what are you doing?”

“I’m running an errand for Jimin,” you told him casually, turning the corner of the block with him at your side, “And what about you?”

“I wanted to try the coffee place across the street from you. I missed a class today and had time so…” Jungkook bit his lip wondering what more to say.

“The coffee is not good,” you said and he smiled. “It isn’t.”

“So… Y/n, I know last time you said it wasn’t a good idea but… I don’t know, I was wondering if maybe we could still try and get dinner. I don’t mean to push bu—“

“Why?” You asked suddenly, big sparkly eyes staring at him that he felt his breath hitch when the two of you stopped in front of the post office. He had to blink away the shock a few times before he was able to snap back into reality. Jungkook reached for the door, hearing the sound of bells above as he let you brush past him and head inside.

Why? What did you mean why? Did you find it strange that he wanted to go out with you? Did you think he had no valid reason to seek you out? Did he?

You left his side to drop the envelopes down the shoot before returning to him with a soft hum, singing some indie song in your head, thanking him when he held the door open for you again.

“I wish I could give you a million reasons as to why but I can’t,” Jungkook told you honestly, watching the way you seemed to shiver in the cold again. You forgot a cardigan or shawl and were sincerely regretting it now. He didn’t hesitate to take off his crewneck, offering it to you despite the cold biting his skin now and he finished his thoughts, “I only have one, Y/n and I think it’s fairly simple. I want to get to know you because I find you beautiful and interesting and you make me curious.”

“A lot of people are beautiful and interesting,” you tried to brush him off despite the sudden warmth running through your veins as you became overwhelmed by the lingering scent of his cologne on the sweater.

“But not like you,” he said and he surprised himself. When has he ever called someone beautiful and mean it? Another rustle of wind carried dead leaves in the air, this time circling around the two of you and you couldn’t help but watch one get caught in his hair.

“I don’t get you,” you admitted, walking a bit faster toward the shop now, “We’re practically strangers still and I’ve said no once so… yknow… I mean… wouldn’t you have other girls to try? Probably prettier ones and more outgoing so really there’s no need to try and go out with me when I’m sure you have better options out there with people you’re much closer to.”

Jungkook scoffed, a small smirk on his face, “I didn't think there was anything to get. I… well… yes, I do know others who I could ask but I’m not interested in any of them, only you.”

Was it that obvious that he had become a bit of a player? A romantic who jumped into relationships or flings for the adrenaline they brought? Could you read that on his face? With the way you turned to look into his eyes, he wondered if that really was the case.

You shouldn’t involve yourself with him.

It’ll only complicate things.

He seems to be a flirt, he could get anyone he wants so why is he stuck on you?

You’re already a bit interested in him too and that’s dangerous but when you look at his neck and see the necklace you gave him, you felt happy—not good.

“I’m a witch.”

Jungkook chuckled suddenly, unable to tell if you were trying to change the mood or scare him off, “Good thing it’s October and it’s the Season of the Witch.”

He doesn’t believe you, obviously—or well, not to the extent that you mean. It’s not a secret you like the craft but he doesn’t expect you to have a flying broomstick lying around.

“It’s the truth, Jungkook,” you told him as you neared the shop, “And that means I’m not good for you.”

“Why? Because you have a black cat and love crystals?” Jungkook joked lightheartedly.

“No. Because I have a curse to those who like me and it could really put them in danger,” you said and for a second he seemed to falter… genuinely wondering if you were being serious or not. He doesn’t believe in magic or curses like you’ve convinced Hobi to but it was an odd thing to say… maybe.

Maybe it wasn’t odd at all considering your lifestyle choice but…

But…

No.

You can’t just suddenly tell him that and expect him to believe it. It’s one thing to be fascinated by it all and open a store about it and actually—

Magic isn’t real.

Curses aren’t real.

“So you reject me because of a curse?” He asked, studying you closely to see how he would react. You didn’t reject him because you were uninterested, but because you believe you’re cursed? He knew you were a bit odd when he first met you but to this extent? And to know it hadn’t scared him back to the blonde who was surely already visiting Jimin to hex him. “And not because you want nothing to do with me?”

You bit your lip, “It’s complicated.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said, “Y/n, curses only have power if you believe in them and I don’t.”

Your eyes widened, unsure if you should be offended by his utter blindness to the magical or amazed by his clear mindset. What were you going on about? Did you expect him to run away when you said? Had you hoped he would? Would that have made it easier to not think about him? Maybe he just doesn’t fully believe you yet. Magic is a hard thing for everyone to accept.

People don’t want to believe what they can’t see.

“I should head inside now,” you told him quietly and you could visibly see the way he dejected, with his shoulders drooping, “And there’s something sticking out of your pocket.”

Jungkook barely had a second to process what you said before you were leaving him alone outside with his eyebrows furrowed as he felt around his black jeans with confusion.

His gaze softened with curiosity as he pulled out a piece of folded parchment paper from his pocket and opened it hurriedly.

‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you but here’s my number. xxx-xxx-xxxx — Y/n ☽’

Despite the utter confusion he felt on how you managed to put this note in his pocket, he felt more happy to know you’re opening yourself to him. He could worry about the strangeness of this later when it doesn’t feel like he’s on cloud 9 from simply getting a girls number.

“Jungkook!”

He bit the insides of his cheeks to hide a growing smile as he stuffed the paper back in his pocket, looking up with surprise as the blonde came up to him, “What happened? You suddenly left with some weirdo an—“

“I’m not interested,” Jungkook rushed out, “I’m so sorry, I seriously am but I can’t even remember your name and I’ve been too embarrassed to ask. You seem very nice and I’m sure I would’ve loved to get to know you but… but I want to pursue something with someone else. She’s a witch, apparently, which I find it hard to believe but she’s given me this note and I have no idea when she managed to give it to me without me knowing but it’s all so interesting and I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before over something so sm—“

“Asshole,” the girl gave him a small shove, cutting off his rant and stormed away from him. He watched her go with a bit of pity because she was right. He was an asshole… for taking her invitation and using it to meet you. For leading other girls on and leaving them when he was bored. For wasting their time and he swears he does feel awful now.

He wants to be different and he’s wondering if his racing heart for you would be the start.

Even with the shove the blonde had given him, he couldn’t help but smile and pull out the paper again to read over the note as many times as necessary just to remember today.

And so it began despite the countless amount of times you told yourself not to fall for anyone. It was hard when he was texting you as often as he could.

jungkook: I still want to kno how u got the note in my pocket

y/n: with magic, silly

jungkook: like a magician’s?

y/n: no :/

y/n: like a witch’s.

jungkook: …

jungkook: why are u so cute

y/n: glamour magic?

“Who’s got you smiling like that?” Jungkook’s friend asked one day as they met up at the campus library. He looked up at Taehyung who sat down across from him on some comfortable lounge chairs, already getting his laptop out.

“Her name’s Y/n,” Jungkook sat up, “She’s a bit strange and unusual—but in a good way!”

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “Cool, I guess. Anyway, are you coming this weekend?”

“Where to?” He asked, biting his lip as he thought of what to say back.

jungkook: or maybe that’s just how u are

y/n: maybe ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა but I’m dangerous

“Joon’s Halloween party,” Taehyung said, watching his friend smile before quickly typing.

jungkook: right…

jungkook: bc of the curse?

y/n: yeah

jungkook: nothing has happened to me yet

“Who?” Jungkook asked absentmindedly as he looked up for a mere second.

“Who?! Boy, don’t play with me. Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, big meaty buff Namjoon, our friend?” Taehyung scoffed with a laugh. Jungkook chuckled, “Oh right. Um… maybe.”

y/n: that’s bc we haven’t gone out

jungkook: so let’s change that and test the theory

jungkook: what r u doing tonight?

“I’ve invited some girls to meet us there, super hot, trust me you’ll like em,” Taehyung said despite how obvious Jungkook’s interest in you seemed. He had literally just brought you up and yet Taehyung didn’t seem to think that was going to stop Jungkook from wanting to meet other girls.

“Yeah…” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, leg bouncing anxiously as he waited for you to answer, “I’m not really interested.”

Taehyung audibly laughed, not believing his friend as he opened his laptop to do some work. Jungkook narrowed his eyes at him, “I’m serious. I’m talking to someone right now.”

“I mean… are you bringing her this weekend?” Taehyung asked, making Jungkook shrug his shoulders. “I’m not sure Y/n would want to go.”

y/n: it’s a full moon tonight

y/n: but I’m free

jungkook: want to go out for dinner?

y/n: okay ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

The smile that grew on his face from your text nearly slipped when Taehyung spoke up, “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Come on man, it’s not like you’re dating anyone and if so when has that ever stopped you from a good time?”

“I’m not saying I won’t go, but I’m saying I don’t want to talk to any other girls, man,” Jungkook said with a sigh as he checked the time on his screen, “Alright, I’ve got to get ready.”

“Why? You don’t work till later, right?” Taehyung asked while watching his friend gather his things to leave. Jungkook nodded, “Yeah but I’ve got plans after so I have to get ready now. I’ll see you this weekend?”

Taehyung gave up on his friend and waved him off with a dismissed goodbye.

“A date?!” Jimin nearly yelled into your ear as the two of you watered the plants in the greenhouse, “You have a date tonight?!”

“No,” you shook your head, “It's not like that… Jungkook and I are just getting dinner.”

“As a date,” Jimin said with a roll of his eyes, “There’s no point denying it, Y/n. I will admit he’s not the type I thought you would go for but I support it fully if it means you’ll finally let someone in.”

“Why are you being so dramatic?” You asked, “I’m… I only agreed to dinner because he asked and I didn’t want to reject him again. Once he’s gotten. What he wants I’m sure he’ll move on to the next.”

“Y/n,” Jimin’s tone was stronger than usual, “I don’t believe that. Even if Jungkook seems to be the type… he can clearly tell there’s something about you that makes things worthwhile. Stop doubting it and just allow yourself to go out with someone.”

Just as you were about to try and brush this off with an excuse that you had to leave, Coal came prancing in holding the small skeleton fish Jungkook bought for him and set it before you to play.

When Jungkook arrived in front of the shop, he’s not sure what he expected. You looked as pretty as usual in a brown floral maxi dress and a thin lace cardigan and shimmer in your hair. You always looked pretty to him, natural and whimsical, ethereal. He’s not sure why he feels this way but he does and he likes the feeling.

“Hi,” Jungkook felt breathless as he held the car door open for you, unsure why he felt nervous at all. He’s been on hundreds of dinner dates, this was nothing new for him so why were his hands growing clammy?

“You’re nervous?” You asked, finger brushing against the front of his white shirt. A smile came to his face, “Maybe.”

“Why?” You asked even as your own heart raced with nerves.

“Honestly…” Jungkook bit his lip, waiting at your door, “I don’t know, you make me nervous.”

“Is that good or bad?” You asked.

“Good, I think,” Jungkook smiled as he shut the car door and rounded to his side.

He had no reason to be nervous, really, Jungkook was into you and he had a feeling you were into him too. Why else would you have agreed? Yes, you’re a bit strange and he still doesn’t understand what you mean by curse or how you got the note in his pocket but that doesn’t scare him. Why doesn’t that scare him?

Why did he suddenly feel like dinner wasn’t enough? He always had dinner dates. It was always his go-to first date idea.

You stared out the window as he started the car, completely unaware of his growing panic at the realization. You were more focused on the glowing moon than him and yet the silence in the car didn’t bother him. Usually, whoever he was with would talk his ear off but you were quiet right now. Were you growing bored of him before you gave him a chance to open himself up to you? Would you think the dinner reservation he set for tonight would be too cliché? You don’t seem like a 5-star restaurant date. You don’t seem like the type to care and yet he blindly set the date up in the same manner he did every other girl he went out with.

The thought alone was making him antsy and it was hard to miss the way his finger tapped against the steering wheel as he drove off.

“So, what restaurant are we going to?” You asked in a gentle voice, in hopes that maybe he wouldn’t seem so quiet. The question made him bite his lip, playing with his lip ring as his brows furrowed in thought, “I—um…”

His hands were clammy.

You blinked away your confusion, eyes dropping down to your lap as you asked, “Do you not want to do this anymore?”

“No! I mean… I—I want to but uh,” Jungkook stopped at a red light, “I um…”

How does he tell you what he had planned tonight was the same thing he always did whenever he went on a date with a random girl?

How does he tell you that’s not what he wants for you?

“It’s a full moon tonight?” Jungkook asked suddenly, staring out his tinted windshield. You merely nodded your head silently.

“Change of plans then,” he mumbled to himself, turning on his blinker and when the light turned green he took a completely different route from that of the restaurant. You wanted to question him, wondering if he was taking you back home but after a while the city lights grew fewer and fewer and the hills got bigger and bigger.

Jungkook drove a short distance out of the city where large meadows began to cover fields and fields of hills. He pulled the car to the side of the road and without question he got out, opening the trunk first and you grew worried.

“Is this the plot twist? You drive me out of the city to plan my murder?” You jokingly asked as you got out of the car and joined his side. He rummaged through paper bags pulling out water bottles and small snack bags he must’ve bought a while ago. He grabbed an old blanket he tossed back there after crashing at Namjoon’s place and asked you to walk with him.

“No, it’s just,” Jungkook took a deep breath, trudging through the thick grass in the dark night with only the full moon and stars eliminating his way, “I want to do things differently with you. I wanted to get dinner, yes, but… but it’s a full moon, Y/n. Do you really want to spend your night indoors where you can’t even see it?”

He thought back to the star clips in your hair that shimmered like the sparkles in your eyes. The way you seemed to love the spirituality of life and he didn’t even have to know you well enough to know how in tune you are with nature. One look at you told him everything he needed to know and despite the cold autumn night… he knew you preferred it over wherever he planned on taking you.

“I…” you bit your lip nervously, following after him into the clear meadow surrounded by hills and a single road where the car had been parked, “I’m sorry but I don’t understand.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook stopped to look at you, “I don't know how to explain it but you feel different to me. Since the first night we met, all I could think about was you and I don’t want to ruin the first chance you’ve given me to get to know you by doing the same thing I do every time. I want to do something that would be fun, maybe, different and more to your liking. I want to know why you brought up the moon tonight or why you talk about curses and glamours and why you enjoy the smell of incense. I want to know how the note got in my pocket and how you seem to communicate with Coal like you could truly understand him. The strangeness of it all fascinates me and sitting in a stuffy restaurant eating subpar food won’t tell me anything about you besides that you let me take you on a boring date.”

“You’re a bit strange,” you confessed, a smile growing on your face as small fireflies fill the meadow, “But I like it.”

Jungkook extended the blanket on the ground, throwing the things onto it before collapsing on his side waiting for you to join him. You sat down tucking your dress under your legs and moved to lay on your back, the sound of crickets somewhere off in the distance as you stared up at the sky.

Usually, Jungkook picked the noisiest of places possible so that he wouldn’t have to have his full attention on whoever he was dining with. If the conversation got boring he could always find somewhere else to focus before he would finally just invite him to his bed. Right now he’s got nowhere else to look aside from the night sky and you.

“Do you meditate?” You asked.

“No,” Jungkook said, turning on his back with an arm tucked under his head and the other on the blanket, “But I can try.”

“Okay, take even breaths and try to clear your mind,” you told him as you let your eyes close for a moment, “The full moon is a time to let go and welcome new energy in your life by reflecting on what you need to release.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he tried to listen to you, tried to visualize what he would like to let go. What did he need to reflect on?

Was it his grades? His shitty part time job at the convenience store? His past mistakes in relationships?

“Listen to the sounds around you, let them help you find inner peace,” you whispered with the wind catching his breath, small sounds of nature here and there, “Visualize your dreams, your reflections. Find your release.”

It’s his last semester of school and yet he misses class when he’s late. He agrees to go out with girls he has no real intention of getting to know and he puts himself in messy situations that drag his friends along too.

He’s tired of acting the same way he did when he was younger—never took responsibility and was always careless in his actions. Even the other when he went out with the blonde but not because he wanted her, but because he could use her as an excuse to himself to come seek you out. He disregarded her feelings.

When Taehyung approached him about the girls he wanted Jungkook to meet, he expect Jungkook to lie about seeing them even when he was interested in you because that’s what Jungkook usually did.

How does he change his ways?

Tonight he wants to release his toxic patterns.

He wants to embrace change and welcome the shift of energy you brought him. He wants to form deeper connections with those around him and open himself up to new possibilities, no matter how strange.

“Y/n,” Jungkook’s voice came out raspy as his hand felt around the blanket blindly until your fingers brushed against his and he was going to hold onto them, “How do you do it?”

“Do what?” You asked him, letting him hold your hand, ignoring the sudden tingle up your arm. His eyes opened, “How do you make me want to find comfort in you when you’re essentially still a stranger to me?”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” you said.

“Tell me about the curse,” Jungkook couldn’t believe he was saying it. It was one thing to go along with the joke over text but now that he’s lying here with you, he’s curious.

“Really?” You asked looking at him, watching him nod his head making you sigh, “Why? You don’t believe in it anyway.”

“But you do,” he said truthfully, “And I want to see what makes you believe in i—“

His words slowed down as he watched a butterfly land on your fingertip as if you called for it yourself. He’s not sure if it meant anything or if it was just the utter fascination he had of you but he wanted to kiss you. It had nothing to do with getting you in his bed tonight and everything to do with just feeling you and when he raised his finger to touch yours, he took your hand and pulled you toward him.

You didn’t pull back like he thought you might, and before he could really process it, you were leaning into him. Jungkook placed a hand on your jaw, guiding your lips to his until finally, the softest touch made his insides melt. You kissed him gently, scared almost and his face fit perfectly between your hands as he hovered over you, eyes closed and warm to the touch.

Jungkook felt as if something burst inside him and he just wanted to chase that feeling with your kisses, unable to help himself from getting lost in the moment. He felt a bit numb to his surroundings, the only feeling he had was your lips on his and your tongue running along his with need. His breath was becoming short and the soft push of your hand on his shoulder had him pulling back reluctantly.

“You’re a good kisser,” you whispered against his lips and he couldn’t help but break into a smile, pecking your lips one last time before letting his head drop against your chest.

“It’s late,” he said with a small sigh as he looked up at you, finding your eyes stuck on the full moon.

You looked down at him and he could practically see the way you glowed underneath him.

He didn’t believe in magic or witches but, how else would he explain this feeling of being under a love spell?

And if he allowed himself to believe in love spells then did he have to believe in curses too?

“Now what do you mean you’re not coming tonight?” His friend asked, sporting Jungkook as he did a set of bench presses.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it,” Jungkook answered, counting how many he did, “I’ve got plans with Y/n.”

“And what? She won’t let you out for one night?” Namjoon asked with a slight roll of his eyes as Jungkook set the bar back in place and sat up with deep breaths, “She can’t come with us?”

“It’s not like that,” he shook his head no, “I haven’t even mentioned it to her.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but scoff as he took Jungkook’s place, “Why not? Would she be mad if you told her that you were going out with friends, for fucks sake?”

“What? No, No, Y/n’s not like that,” Jungkook was getting annoyed with his friend’s assumptions, “But I already talked about this with Taehyung. I’m not interested in partying right now or anything. I just wanna… yknow, chill?”

“You don’t even sound like yourself,” Namjoon said with a laugh, deciding to not push any further, “But whatever, I get it.”

“Get what?” Jungkook watched him move the bar to begin his set.

“You’re talking to someone,” Namjoon said with baited breath, “You've gotta be on your best behavior.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “It’s not like I’m holding myself back. If I wanted to go out, I would.”

He’s being honest. You’re not keeping him from anything and it’s not like he was forcing himself to be someone he’s not but this wasn’t that serious. Yes, he had a tendency to go out with his friends every weekend and lately that’s declined but it’s not because of you necessarily. He’s just realized he’s way too exhausted these days to exert this much energy on a night he would regret by morning. He made terrible decisions and he’s tired of getting himself in trouble because of them.

“Just say the word and we can leave whenever you want,” Jungkook spoke into your ear as you looked around at everyone surrounding you. It was loud and packed with people in costumes, all looking to spend a fun night out celebrating Halloween. You’ll admit, it’s a bit out of your element but you’ll learn to adapt. It will just take some adjustment but the energy seems high and it might be more fun than staying at the shop to hand out candy all night.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, letting him place a hand on your lower back to lead you to the bar. Tonight was the first time you’ll be meeting Jungkook’s friend but you don’t feel nervous. If anything, he seemed more nervous than you and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. Since your first date the two of you have really leveled up whatever has been brewing between you since the night you met.

You’ve been spending more time together but it usually consists of Jungkook visiting you or texting all day. You haven’t had a chance to see more of him yet— as it feels like he’s been trying to accommodate you—so you’re curious to see how the night plays out with him and his friends.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” A loud voice boomed from the bar where you could see a familiar face smile at you. Hoseok waved happily at you as Jungkook led you to him and the others who watched you curiously. Hoseok ditched the hockey player costume for simple skull makeup and a leather jacket.

“There was a line to get in,” Jungkook admitted, slipping his hand in yours and pulling you forward, “What do you want to drink?”

“Surprise me,” you said with a smile. Jungkook ordered something on your behalf before turning to his other friends, “Everyone this is Y/n.”

“Jungkook didn’t do you any justice,” Taehyung said with a curious tilt of his head, “You’re way prettier than he said.”

“Oh no, what else has he said about me?” You asked with a soft tone that had both Taehyung and Namjoon blinking in surprise.

“Um, well…. A lot of things, neither one of them have shut up since they met you,” Namjoon confessed, looking to Hoseok who seemed to also think highly of you.

“Yes, I think Y/n put a spell on me,” Jungkook teased, handing you a bluish lavender drink and sending you a wink. He, of course, still felt nervous considering this is the first time he’s introducing you to his friends. It’s not that he’s embarrassed of you or anything but he’s definitely worried about what his friends would say to you. Not that long ago, Taehyung tried getting Jungkook to lie to you just because he didn’t care for how serious Jungkook felt about you. Now, Taehyung is here talking to you and Jungkook is worried he might say something he shouldn't.

Honestly, when the night started he didn’t expect you to want to come out. Namjoon had been bugging him all day about it and he had full intentions of not going out so he could spend the night handing out candy with you but… It’s like you have a sixth sense and when you asked him if he had any other plans, he told you what he was invited to and asked you to come along. He full heartedly thought you would say no because you don’t seem like the type to come out drinking but for some reason you agreed and he was happy with that.

Of course he was nervous to introduce you to the others but when he looked over at you and found you smiling softly, trying your hardest to be in the moment, he was grateful. His friends didn’t talk bad about him to you despite the occasional teasing and you didn’t seem uncomfortable by it. Every now and then he would run his thumb against your hip to remind you he’s there but mostly, he just listened.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” you said after a while. Taehyung had asked you question after question about the shop or the spell jar you made Hoseok and you indulged him in it all.

“Hm?” Jungkook fixed the tilt in your witch’s hat, “I’m just listening.”

“Are you having fun?” You asked letting his arm encircle your waist until you faced him. He looked at his friends who managed to grab the attention of some girls nearby and were in deep conversation with them.

His shoulders lifted in a shrug, “It’s alright.”

Your nose scrunched up in thought as you looked away from him, he kept you close trying to get you to look back at him, “I mean… yeah it’s fun but it’s loud and hot and… I don’t know, I kinda want it to just be us.”

“Just us?”

“Yeah, my friends have been talking to you all night,” he said it like it was a secret, “And Joon said he wanted me here so I came but now I’m really in the mood for us to leave—unless you want to stay.”

“Are you trying to ditch out on us?” Hoseok put an arm around his shoulders, dragging him into his side, “You barely come out anymore and now you’ve got Y/n here so there’s no reason to not want to party. It’s Halloween!”

“I know, but,” Jungkook played with his lip ring as he smiled lazily, “You’ve been taking all of my girl’s attention and I’m tired of sharing.”

The words slipped out but he didn’t regret them, even when you looked up at him curiously. He expected some sort of response from you but you merely smiled and shrugged like you weren’t apart of this exchange so when Namjoon asked what was up, Jungkook was honest.

“I think we’re calling it a night,” he had your hand in his, pulling into him as he looked at his friends and whatever girls they were with, “But you guys have fun.”

“That’s it?” Taehyung asked, looking at you, “Y/n, you don’t want to go to another bar?”

Jungkook released a small sigh as he looked down at you. He would love to leave but if you wanted to stay and maybe go to a few more places before ending the night… he’d do it but only because it’s what you want.

“I miss my cat,” you said it so casually that the others couldn’t understand it as an answer at first until you were waving goodbye, happy you met them but ready to go.

You didn’t talk much in the car and Jungkook drove carefully taking you back to the shop that was connected to your home. He’s not sure if you were tired or distracted but you stared out the window chasing the moon through the city. At one point he glanced over and found you nipping at your bottom lip with worry but he tried not to overthink it. The night had been good and you got along with his friends so there wasn’t anything he would change but the silence made him worry.

The car pulled up in front of the lantern lit shop and he looked at you with nerves waiting to see how you would Halloween. It was late but there were still a few people in costumes wandering around and too early to really call it a night. You silently pushed open the door, ready to leave when you sighed, “Jungkook.”

He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he’s listening and you turned to him, “Earlier you called me—“

My girl.

“I know,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I just meant… I—I don’t know. Was it corny?”

A small laugh left your lips at his sudden question and decided to tease, “Just a little.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was worried about,” Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle, “I was trying to sound cool and…”

“Failed?”

“Whoa,” he held a hand to his chest, “I wouldn’t go that far.” The car was still on but he made no move to leave and neither did you. Instead, he just looked at you sitting half in his car with the door open, “You didn’t like it?”

“Um, it’s not that but,” you bit your lip in thought, “I’m just worried of your intentions.”

“With you?” He asked quietly, watching you nod your head shyly and he sighed, “You don’t know if it’s worth it.”

It sounded like a statement and he knew he was right. You were worried about the curse, he knew you well enough to know that but he doesn’t care. He wants to go out with you and some stupid age old curse isn’t going to change his mind. He understands that you believe it so he won’t look down on it but he wants to be with you.

“What if I said it was?” Jungkook asked with genuine curiosity, “It’d be the first time I get cursed by a witch.”

He meant the last part as a joke and it got you to smile so he was more comfortable to tease, “Maybe I’ll turn into a cat so Coal and I could be friends.”

“He doesn’t like having friends,” You said with a smile and he could practically see your walls crumble so he kept going.

“That’s a shame because I have a dog and he’s the friendliest boy you’ll ever meet,” Jungkook said with a defeated sigh.

“I’m warning you,” you said but he smiled. “I’ve been warned.”

“I won't be upset if you don’t want to see me anymore. I’m a bit weird, yknow?” You seemed to ask, already beginning to warm up to the idea and it was enough to give him hope.

“I would have never guessed,” he said as he twisted a silver star charm you had styled in your hair, leaning closer and closer till his face was only a couple centimeters away, “And if you’re trying to scare me off, it’s not working—I can wake up with a bald head of hair tomorrow and I’ll be fine with it as long as I get to talk to you again.”

“So, do you want to come up then?” You asked and you didn’t have to say it twice for him to be powering off the engine so he could follow you inside.

For the first time ever, he disappeared behind the celestial tapestry that led up to your front door, trying to look around in the darkness. You liked rich shades of purple and blue. You liked stars and sheer drapes on your ceilings. You liked stain glass lamp shades and big soft rugs. Your house was like a whimsigoth cottage in the city and your bedroom was everything he imagined it to be even in the dark.

He expected you to turn the lights or something but instead you seemed to snap a finger before a couple candles lit up the bedroom and he was lost in wonder. It felt like he was enjoying a cozy night in the woods, like he just rested his head on your lap and listen to you read his palm.

“Sorry, it’s a bit messy,” you shoved a couple books aside and looked around the bedroom, “Is there anything I can get you.”

Jungkook shook his head, deciding to go through your vinyls with curiosity, smiling whenever he saw a vinyl with the word ‘witch’ in the title. You explained to him that it was all Jimin’s doing because he found it funny to buy you every vinyl with a Halloween or witchy vibe to it.

“Jungkook,” you called to his distracted mind and he lifted his eyes to you, the reflection from the lit candles in his gaze. You were standing by the edge of your bed, looking shy as you took off the witch’s hat. His lips parted with surprise, letting his feet take him to you until you were face to face and so close that his front brushed against yours. “Is this really something you want?”

He was the guy who had every girl he wanted. He would go to parties and make out with people he should. He would make bad decisions and regret them right after but this feels far from a bad decision. It’s the first time in a while that something felt right and it had to be you. There’s a reason why he’s been cleaning his act up, going to all his classes, showing up to work on time and ditching the nights out getting drunk.

Of course this was something he wanted.

He wanted you.

He had feelings for you.

You felt warm and he wanted to brush his fingers against your hair. Your touch was gentle but sudden as you ran a hand down the front of his chest, circling around his neck taking all his attention once more and he began to lean into you.

“Of course this is something I want,” he said just above a whisper, letting his hands touch down on your waist, unable to hold himself back any longer before he was pressing his lips to yours and kissing you effortlessly.

You tilted your head back, kissing him with equal hunger as he pulled you even closer until your bodies began to mold together into one before guiding you to lay back on your bed. Jungkook was gentle but firm, his hands felt rough but he touched you with such softness when he ran them down your sides. He didn’t hesitate to try and relish in the feeling of you under him, kissing along your neck and pressing his lips to your pulse point until he could feel your breath hitch in your throat.

You’re not a virgin but you’re not entirely experienced and yet you couldn’t find it in you to be nervous. Not even when his hands began to hitch up your black dress making you raise your hips enough for him to pull it up. Jungkook never once pulled his lips away from your skin, the desire to leave love bites was too strong and you were so soft underneath him. You looked up at your dark ceiling with its silver stars plastered all over and a handing moon lantern at the center, letting him kiss down your chest and navel.

“Is this okay?” Jungkook asked with genuine concern as he laid between your parted legs. The skirt of your dress had been pulled up to your stomach exposing the black underwear you wore, feeling his gentle fingers run against your hips patiently. A smile came to your face when he rested his head against your thigh, looking up at you lovingly and you nodded your head.

Jungkook pressed a kiss to your inner thighs, nose brushing against the sensitive areas as his nimble fingers began to brush along the thin black fabric, not yet touching you directly but feeling the outline of what was underneath. He could almost feel it all, the curve of your mound down to the slit where he pushed his thumb against until he could make out your entrance and feel the way you seemed to gasp when he teased you.

You had to bite down on your lip to keep in the surprised yelp from the way he began to pull your underwear down, moving to kiss whatever he exposed, not shying away from being more intimate. He raised your leg, sliding the cloth off before placing soft kisses against your calf and thigh, leading your legs over his shoulders before he laid back down and looked at what was between them. You felt like running away from how focused he seemed on your heat, almost asked him why until he was leaning down, tongue coming out to swipe against your hooded clit teasingly.

The bed was lush with pillows, using them to sink your head into when he did it again, this time more firm and intentional. You’ll admit, it’s been a while since you last had gotten intimate with someone so you couldn’t help but squirm when his tongue became more languid in its movements, separating your folds with the tip of it and letting his lips tug on the pulled skin. You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling his fingers pinch your thighs to keep you still while he circled your hardening clit with the tip of his tongue before kissing your labia and licking up whatever slick you released.

“Oh,” you couldn’t help but let out when he pressed his tongue against your entrance, nose pushing against your clit and just letting himself be completely engulfed by your essence. You could practically feel him smile against your core when he tilted his head to the side to tug your labia softly between his lips before letting it go and repeating the action.

When your hand found his hair, he seemed to pause wondering if you wanted him to stop, but then he felt a tug and he was helplessly following after you until you kissed, neither caring if there was the taste of you on his tongue. A low groan bubbled up in his throat that slipped through your lips when your tongue licked along his like you didn’t care he had just been kissing your soaked pussy and that made him unbelievably hard.

Jungkook moved a hand down to your legs, finding its way to your wet cunt, gently pressing into the puddle of slick at your entrance before moving up to your clit and rubbing it between his fingers. Your hands were in his hair, tugging softly whenever he did something you liked and with his tongue down your throat, he didn’t hesitate to tease your entrance with his middle finger, already feeling how tight your walls are when he began to press inside. Your mouth slipped open in pleasure as he thrusted a long finger into your cunt, palm flat against your clit and rubbing it in rhythm with his finger that soon became two, “You’re so wet, Angel.”

His fingers were completely soaked and anytime he pulled out his fingers to push them back in, he could practically feel the puddle around them and it made his dick throb in his pants. Your kissing came to an end when Jungkook couldn’t help but feel the need to disappear between your legs again, a bit annoyed that the fabric of your dress was in the way but pulled away anyway.

You arched your back off the bed in pleasure when his mouth found your clit again, paying his full attention back on it instead of his fingers which never relented on pumping in and out of you with such vigor that your legs began to shake, “Jungkook.”

“Hm?” He moaned, teeth lightly tugging on your folds and watching them go back until he licked against them to do it again.

“Are you close, Angel?” Jungkook asks with an unusually hoarse voice when you start to clench around his fingers, “Go ahead, let go for me.”

Your face hot and your chest heaving at the intensity just as it hits you and you’re cumming with a whimper that you try and hide behind a closed fist when his tongue eagerly licks up your release as it flows out and around his fingers. It took him a while to stop, only when he felt your thighs tremble did he pull away, some of your release coating his lips and piercings that he hungrily licked clean. A curse left his lips breathlessly as he sat back on his knees and looked down to see the way your pussy was flooded in slick.

You sat up once you had caught your breath, moving closer as he stared at his coated fingers curiously and without thinking, you took his hand by the wrist and brought his fingers toward your mouth. He watched you lick the space between them before bringing them into your mouth and sucking your essence clean off them.

“Fuck, Y/n,” his eyes fell shut as he let himself sink into the feeling of his fingers being sucked into your warm mouth and it was so hot in this bedroom. He pressed his thumb against your cheek as he attempted to take his fingers out of your mouth so he could use two hands to undress finally and you let him do just that. You bit into your bottom lip when he took his shirt off exposing more tattoos and muscle you had never seen but knew was there.

He looked at you as he undid his jeans, kicking them off along with his briefs exposing his hard cock that pointed straight with need that had him wincing at even the slightest touch of his hand against his tip. You quickly pulled on your dress, proving Jungkook’s earlier thoughts right when he questioned if you wore a bra or not—the answer was not—and it led him straight back to you. He kissed down your collarbone, hands on your hips as laid down between your legs, cock against your core causing him to moan out when he raised a hand knead your breast.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered in realization as he looked down at the way his slick began to tease your clit. Of course he wanted to continue but he doesn’t have any protection and it’s up to you what you want to do.

Your hands roamed against his back, “Jungkook.”

He looked up at you, lip pulled between his teeth when he felt your hand disappear between your pressed bodies until it circled around his stiff member making him bite back a groan of pleasure. You gave him a few strokes, guiding him down until his tip slipped into your slick and he looked at you with want when you said, “Just fuck me.”

It was all he needed to let himself sink into your entrance, a low moan leaving his lips as he felt his cock open your walls to adjust to his size. He didn’t stop pushing until he was all in, waiting there and feeling your breath grow more impatient as you got used to the feel of him.

He took things nice and slow, still concerned that you might want to end things any second, hoping you began to feel easy how good it felt when he rolled his hips, pushing more of his cock into you when you tightened.

“Fuck…” Jungkook couldn’t stop from cursing as pleasure took over his instincts. His body perfectly molded against yours with no space between them as he only used his hips to fuck you, “So good.”

Although he’s ashamed, he’ll admit that he has had his fair share of sexual intercourse but he can’t remember the last time he felt this good. His body felt like it was moving on its own accord, seeking its own pleasure with yours and he was so close. He kissed along your neck when you tipped your head back, lips parted with the force of his hips pushing himself deeper in a steady, but rough thrust of his cock.

Your breasts pressed against his chest as he practically hugged you to him with each thrust and he knew you were as close as he was to release. He brought a hand up your side until he was cupping a breast in his palm, kneading the soft flesh and rubbing his fingertip against your nipple watching the way your jaw seemed to drop in warning that you were close. Despite his hair being much shorter than it used to be, it still fell forward and over his eyes looking sweaty.

“You feel so good, Angel” he grunts, talking you both through orgasm. It was true, although he was doing all of the work, every little moan he pulled out of you mixed with the feel of your body against his felt so damn good. It made all this patience he had when it came to you worth it.

When Jungkook knew you were just over the edge, he brought his hand down, barely pressing it into your clit when he felt your walls tighten, a growl leaving his lips at how you sucked his cock in until finally, the tension broke and he felt himself flood with your release. He dug his face into your neck, shaking slightly as he bit back his own orgasm until yours subdued and he carefully guided his dick back out. Once the air hit his exposed, soaked member, everything broke loose.

You had taken him in your hand, stroking him through release and costing your thigh in his cum, listening to his string of moans and groans of pleasure with a gentleness he’s not sure he’s ever felt.

It took you both a while to regain some awareness and were ashamed to admit it was Coal’s persistent meowing on the other side of the bedroom door. Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh as he let himself collapse down on your bed next to you, breathing heavily with a hand on his chest as he saw stars—literally, littered across your ceiling. His hand searched endlessly for some sign of you, taking a lock of your hair and twisting it around his finger when you moved to sit up, hands covering your exposed intimates almost shyly. He raised a curious brow, sitting up on his elbow as he looked at the mess the two of you had made.

“You okay?” He asked with concern. The candles lit around the room reflected a soft glow off your skin and you looked as ethereal and whimsical as he thought that first night.

“Yes,” you said quietly, “I think I need a shower, though.”

He smiled, “So let’s take one.”

The next morning you found him sitting at the wooden counter of the shop.

“What are you reading?” You asked Jungkook as he had a book open, studying it carefully.

“Natural contraceptives,” Jungkook mumbled as he wrote down the names of various herbs on an old napkin, “I should have been more prepared last nigh—Do you have Black Cohosh or Angelica by chance? I heard if you drink it in a tea, it should help promote menstrua—“

Your hand covers his mouth when you felt the tall tale signs of your best friend approaching. Even before Jimin opened the door to the shop, he had a shit eating grin at the sight of you two, and not caring much for secrecy as he waved a finger to turn the sign to ‘OPEN’.

“So what did the two of you get up to last night?” He asked casually, trying to peak at the book that you quickly slammed shut bringing an amused smile to Jungkook’s face.

“We went out for some drinks,” Jungkook answered, standing up with an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I’m going to start boiling water.”

It was strangely comical and endearing the way he acted and Jimin watched the way your gaze followed after him.

“Wow, and I didn’t even have to cast a love spell to bring that look into your eyes.”

On the night of November 1st, outside during a crescent moon, Jungkook asked if you could be his girlfriend sounding strangely shy that you couldn’t say no.

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omg this took me forever but I finally got out a little Halloween fic and I’ve actually done a softer, cuter oc than usual? woahhh who am I. also my bday is this Sunday [oct 29] and I just think I’m so special I gotta let yall know

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